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A/N: It took a lot longer than I thought, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Until Death and After
Chapter Seven: Sick Vic
He lay down in the luxurious bed beside me. I felt his soft lips brush up again my cheek. I smiled at the man beside me. His arm wrapped themselves around me as his legs twisted together with mine. His lips, again, found a place on my cheek. I placed my hands on his hips and kissed his lips. His normally stern face smiled at me brushed his nose against mine, teasing my lips. "Mr. Potter!" he shouted at me.
I shook lightly and opened my eyes. "Yes?" I asked.
"Are you sleeping in class again?" Professor Snape glared at me.
"No," I said.
"Detention Mr. Potter," he said.
Draco Malfoy started to laugh loudly. "Next time don't talk in your sleep Potter," he laughed.
I had been back in school for a week since the plane. After that incident, my dreams had started to haunt me. I swore that I heard voices as I attempted to sleep and my dreams were filled with pain, suffering and the extreme opposites. "Mr. Malfoy I had no patience today, you've got detention too," he crossed his arms. "Does anyone else feel like pushing my buttons?"
No one responded and he went back to teaching. I leaned close to Ron and whispered, "Was I talking in my speak?" I asked.
He chuckled. "There's a good reason why Snape gave you a detention," he said.
I felt my face burn with embarrassment. Severus and I hadn't actually spoken, as friends, since the plane. He didn't make the effort, but neither had I. A smile grew across my face as I actually looked forward to the detention with him. "Did I say any names?" I asked, careful of how I spoke.
He shrugged lightly. "Nope," he smiled. "Why? Is it a big secret?"
I had told him about what Draco had done, and what the concoction had done to me. I had, however, forgot the incident where I was drunk and the plane ride. He never asked about either anyway. "Not really," I said. "I just ... like my privacy."
I wasn't sure what would have happened if everyone found out I had chosen homosexuality, nor that I had become attracted to Severus Snape. I watched him teach elegantly and waited for detention to come.
I knocked on the door lightly and waited for a response. Severus opened it with a normal, somewhat frustrated, look on his face. "Hi," I said, and smiled.
"You're early, Mr. Potter," he said, keeping the door only partially open.
He doesn't want me to be early? "I'm sorry sir," I said. "I thought I'd take longer to reach my location."
He sighed lightly and looked at me for a moment. Is he hiding someone in there? He opened the door. Albus Dumbledore was in the room already. I stepped in, but didn't question his presence, since he spoke immediately. "Harry, I'm glad you're early, even if Professor Snape is not. We were just discussing something that I would prefer Mr. Malfoy didn't stick his head in," he said.
"What were you discussing?" I asked.
I watched Severus slump down in a chair and sigh lightly. His dark eyes watched my every little twitch. "Harry, your night terrors have been brought to my attention..." Dumbledore said.
"I wouldn't call them night terrors," I said.
"I would," Severus said. "I was in the Slytherin common room late trying to explain a potions class to a student and I could hear Harry screaming." He called me Harry. "I rushed in, in case Minerva was busy, and he had wrapped up in all of his sheets and was screaming. Minerva came in just moments after I had. Don't you remember any of this?" he said.
I thought about it for a moment. "I... don't. When was this?" I asked.
"Last night," he said. "I guess it makes sense that you don't remember, since you were dreaming."
I shrugged. "I guess," I said.
"Well," Dumbledore said. "You've been keeping the other students up and so we've thought about moving your room."
"Where to?" I asked.
The professors looked at each other. "We haven't decided yet," Albus said. "But we were thinking about moving you next to Severus' room, since he rushed in faster than Minerva originally and his room is probably far away enough so that people won't hear your screams. Then we'll try to figure out what we can do, if anything."
I watched them, watched Severus' reaction. There, of course, was none. "I think I would like that, and I wouldn't want to bother anyone," I said. "If I wouldn't bother Professor Snape, of course."
He looked away from me. "We'll discuss it further, later," Albus said.
Draco pushed open the doors. He looked around for a moment. "Is laughing in class really something to get Dumbledore for?" he asked.
Severus Snape began to talk again. "No," he started. "But drinking your own, illegal potions, and forcing them on others is."
I stepped back carefully and just watched the show. "What are you talking about?" he asked. Draco frantically looked around the small room. "What lies has Potter told you?"
Snape sighed lightly. "None surprisingly. We just want to know if you consumed the potion yourself. You do know what it does, right?" he asked.
Draco, too easily, gave in. "Of course I know what it does, don't be stupid," he said. "I started having horrible dreams about Potter and I, so I created the potion and it's working... but then I started to worry that he was having the same type of dreams. I felt it'd be best to give him one, slightly stronger than mine."
Albus stepped in. "It isn't safe," he said. "Harry's grew worse, much worse, and caused a lot of different illnesses. We don't want yours to get out of hand as well."
Draco seemed slightly nervous. "But... I never made a cure..."
Snape nodded. "I did," he said.
"May I have it?" he asked.
Severus handed Draco the antidote – the same as mine. "Sure."
He drank it in one small gulp. He tossed the liquid back at Snape and crossed his arms. "Can I go now?" he asked.
For a moment, he looked at me. He made me feel rather nervous. "Of course," Dumbledore said.
He walked elegantly out of the room, as if he hadn't put my or his life in danger. Albus looked at Severus and then at me. "Should... I go as well?" I asked.
Severus nodded. "We need to decide about your room. Dumbledore will go up to your room when we decide," he said.
I nodded back, slowly. I didn't think Snape wanted me around. I walked from the classroom and wandered back to my room. "What happened?" Ron eagerly asked.
"I have to change rooms," I said, pulling out my suitcase. "Just because of the night terrors."
Hermione sat on the end of my bed, next to Ron. "Those ARE terrible Harry, I'm afraid I haven't slept well because of it," she said.
"Well, I am sorry; it's not like I can help it," I said, lowering my eyes.
She crossed her legs impatiently. "Where are they going to put you?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Probably near Snape's quarters, since it's far away from all of the different rooms," I said.
"That makes sense. He's one of the few teachers with a guest room," Ron said.
Hermione turned to Ron. "How do you know that?" she asked, raising her eyebrow suspiciously.
He looked back at her. "Eww, Hermione don't think that!" he shoved her playfully. "I heard Professor McGonnigal say he had a visitor once, and mentioned something about a guest room. She said she wished she had a guest room."
"Would she have guests though?" I asked.
Hermione and Ron shrugged simultaneously. They had grown rather attached to each other. "It'd be better staying with her than Snape," Ron made a face.
I tried to stop my cheeks from burning red. "Maybe," I said. "But I would still wake you guys up."
"You can't win," Hermione said. "I just hope you figure out what is causing your dreams. I'm sure it's terrible for you as well."
I nodded and continued to shove my things into the suitcase. Professor Snape walked in and looked down at us. "All right Mr. Potter," he sighed lightly. "You'll be staying with me."
"Not that I'm complaining sir," I started. "But wasn't Dumbledore supposed to get me?"
"Yes," he said. "But he thought it would be better for me to fetch you, since I know where I'm going... or something like that."
I nodded and picked up my suitcase. "Sorry sir, for being a hassle," I said.
"It's fine," he said. "Is that all of your things?"
"I need to bring everything?" I asked.
He shrugged. "It may be better," he said.
Ron and Hermione left the room while I finished to pack. Snape picked up my first suitcase and Hedwig's empty cage. I grabbed the last bag and followed him down the empty corridor. I quickly attempted to make conversation. "You don't mind me staying?" I asked.
"No," he kept his responses short. "I don't."
"Is it soundproof? Will you hear me if I start again?" I asked.
"No because I'm going to be there if you're screaming. I don't sleep much anyway," his eyes stayed off of me.
"Thank you," I said.
He opened the door to his personal chamber. I waited until he closed the door to start what I really wanted to talk about. "Is there a reason you're barely talking to me?" I asked, feeling myself start to get really upset.
He was obviously feeling the same as I was. "Harry, you have to understand. I can't have a relationship with a student. The age difference is grotesque and I'm seeing someone else. If it wasn't for... you being you I wouldn't even take a second glance at you as you walk by," he said.
"Then why am I staying in your guest room?" I asked.
He crossed his arms. "It was Dumbledore's decision, not mine. If I said no, then I'd have to explain why, which could have gotten me fired," he said.
I paused and walked to where the guest room was. "I am older, you know," I said.
"Don't start with this future bullshit again please," he said and set my stuff down in the room.
"It's an excuse," I said, looking up at him. "It's not like I'm completely happy with the age difference either."
He sighed lightly. "Graduation is soon. Then we can both go along with our lives forgetting each other," he said and walked from the room.
I walked to the doorway and glared at him. He wasn't looking. "I bet that's the same thing you said to Victoria," I said.
I watched him turn to look at me. I had hurt him. I slammed the door trying to get his onyx eyes out of my sight. I didn't bother unpacking and let myself fall into his large, luxurious guest bed. I looked at the pile of my things and let sleep take over my body.
My eyes opened before I was fully conscious. My body ached for more sleep. Had I been screaming? There was no Snape to been seen, so no, I hadn't. I sat up and looked around for a clock. I could hear it ticking, but it was hidden from my sight. Something darted across the floor. It moved to where my things where. I lazily looked at the pile and noticed a woman sitting on top. "Hello Harry," a smile stretched across her lips.
She didn't move her mouth when she spoke, but I knew it was her speaking. "Hi," I said, trying to be polite as I could. "May I ask who you are?"
"Of course," she crossed her legs.
She continued to be silent. I caught on quickly. "Who are you?" I asked.
Her eyes ventured to the chain around my neck. "Victoria, but you're welcome to call me Vic," she said.
So this was the wonderful Victoria. She was tall and rather slim. She had long, dark brown hair and bright green eyes. She was rather stunning, but her hair seemed to move even though there was no wind. "I've heard of you," I said.
I listened to her laughter fill the air, even though her face showed no expression of it. "I would hope so," she said. "Severus was rather smitten with me."
"I think you hurt him," I said.
"Bah," her eyes rolled. "I know what you think. I may be dead, but I am far from stupid. Don't you want to know why I am here?"
I nodded. "I wouldn't mind," I muttered.
Her pale lips formed a smile again. "You know those dreams you've been having?" she asked.
"Of course," I said, wishing I had forgotten.
Her laughs again echoed through the small room. "They're my memories. I'm sorry they have disturbed you," she said.
I stood up, feeling very frustrated with her. "Why am I seeing YOUR memories?" I asked.
"Because I'm in you. I wish Severus had read the damn note. I wanted to start over again, so I could be with him. I'm sorry it was you Harry, I really am, but after he who shall not be named attacked you, I knew you were perfect. If you could handle him as an infant, then you should have been able to handle my memories. I went inside of you after you were attacked of course," she floated off of the pile and stood to look at me. "You resemble your father, not me. The only reason Severus sees me in you is because he wants to."
"So the only reason I'm attracted to him is because of you?" I asked.
I watched her eyebrow raise. "I'm afraid not. Originally I thought so, but at his funeral, I knew it wasn't just me. So I sent us back," she said.
I grabbed her arm. "It's your fault I'm here?" I yelled.
My hand went through her arm and her eyes burned red and her appearance became more hideous. "It's YOURS. You were the one that wanted to do this," her lips were moving. "It's your curse, not mine."
Her voice continued on in my head. I covered my ears and started to scream, hoping the phantom would leave me alone.
I felt myself being shaken awake. "Fuck Harry," Severus cursed. "I've never heard you so loud."
He sighed lightly. Were his arms around me? "Sorry," my throat was sore.
I quickly took advantage of him being there. I rested my head against his chest and curled up against him. "Want to talk about it?" he asked.
I felt myself start to doze off again. "You'd be mad," I said.
His fingers ran through my hair. "I doubt that," he said.
I closed my eyes and tried to decide the best way to tell him. I've been possessed by your ex-girlfriend and she's haunting my dreams. I decided to do something else instead. I opened my eyes and watched his patient eyes. I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
A/N: It took a lot longer than I thought, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Until Death and After
Chapter Seven: Sick Vic
He lay down in the luxurious bed beside me. I felt his soft lips brush up again my cheek. I smiled at the man beside me. His arm wrapped themselves around me as his legs twisted together with mine. His lips, again, found a place on my cheek. I placed my hands on his hips and kissed his lips. His normally stern face smiled at me brushed his nose against mine, teasing my lips. "Mr. Potter!" he shouted at me.
I shook lightly and opened my eyes. "Yes?" I asked.
"Are you sleeping in class again?" Professor Snape glared at me.
"No," I said.
"Detention Mr. Potter," he said.
Draco Malfoy started to laugh loudly. "Next time don't talk in your sleep Potter," he laughed.
I had been back in school for a week since the plane. After that incident, my dreams had started to haunt me. I swore that I heard voices as I attempted to sleep and my dreams were filled with pain, suffering and the extreme opposites. "Mr. Malfoy I had no patience today, you've got detention too," he crossed his arms. "Does anyone else feel like pushing my buttons?"
No one responded and he went back to teaching. I leaned close to Ron and whispered, "Was I talking in my speak?" I asked.
He chuckled. "There's a good reason why Snape gave you a detention," he said.
I felt my face burn with embarrassment. Severus and I hadn't actually spoken, as friends, since the plane. He didn't make the effort, but neither had I. A smile grew across my face as I actually looked forward to the detention with him. "Did I say any names?" I asked, careful of how I spoke.
He shrugged lightly. "Nope," he smiled. "Why? Is it a big secret?"
I had told him about what Draco had done, and what the concoction had done to me. I had, however, forgot the incident where I was drunk and the plane ride. He never asked about either anyway. "Not really," I said. "I just ... like my privacy."
I wasn't sure what would have happened if everyone found out I had chosen homosexuality, nor that I had become attracted to Severus Snape. I watched him teach elegantly and waited for detention to come.
I knocked on the door lightly and waited for a response. Severus opened it with a normal, somewhat frustrated, look on his face. "Hi," I said, and smiled.
"You're early, Mr. Potter," he said, keeping the door only partially open.
He doesn't want me to be early? "I'm sorry sir," I said. "I thought I'd take longer to reach my location."
He sighed lightly and looked at me for a moment. Is he hiding someone in there? He opened the door. Albus Dumbledore was in the room already. I stepped in, but didn't question his presence, since he spoke immediately. "Harry, I'm glad you're early, even if Professor Snape is not. We were just discussing something that I would prefer Mr. Malfoy didn't stick his head in," he said.
"What were you discussing?" I asked.
I watched Severus slump down in a chair and sigh lightly. His dark eyes watched my every little twitch. "Harry, your night terrors have been brought to my attention..." Dumbledore said.
"I wouldn't call them night terrors," I said.
"I would," Severus said. "I was in the Slytherin common room late trying to explain a potions class to a student and I could hear Harry screaming." He called me Harry. "I rushed in, in case Minerva was busy, and he had wrapped up in all of his sheets and was screaming. Minerva came in just moments after I had. Don't you remember any of this?" he said.
I thought about it for a moment. "I... don't. When was this?" I asked.
"Last night," he said. "I guess it makes sense that you don't remember, since you were dreaming."
I shrugged. "I guess," I said.
"Well," Dumbledore said. "You've been keeping the other students up and so we've thought about moving your room."
"Where to?" I asked.
The professors looked at each other. "We haven't decided yet," Albus said. "But we were thinking about moving you next to Severus' room, since he rushed in faster than Minerva originally and his room is probably far away enough so that people won't hear your screams. Then we'll try to figure out what we can do, if anything."
I watched them, watched Severus' reaction. There, of course, was none. "I think I would like that, and I wouldn't want to bother anyone," I said. "If I wouldn't bother Professor Snape, of course."
He looked away from me. "We'll discuss it further, later," Albus said.
Draco pushed open the doors. He looked around for a moment. "Is laughing in class really something to get Dumbledore for?" he asked.
Severus Snape began to talk again. "No," he started. "But drinking your own, illegal potions, and forcing them on others is."
I stepped back carefully and just watched the show. "What are you talking about?" he asked. Draco frantically looked around the small room. "What lies has Potter told you?"
Snape sighed lightly. "None surprisingly. We just want to know if you consumed the potion yourself. You do know what it does, right?" he asked.
Draco, too easily, gave in. "Of course I know what it does, don't be stupid," he said. "I started having horrible dreams about Potter and I, so I created the potion and it's working... but then I started to worry that he was having the same type of dreams. I felt it'd be best to give him one, slightly stronger than mine."
Albus stepped in. "It isn't safe," he said. "Harry's grew worse, much worse, and caused a lot of different illnesses. We don't want yours to get out of hand as well."
Draco seemed slightly nervous. "But... I never made a cure..."
Snape nodded. "I did," he said.
"May I have it?" he asked.
Severus handed Draco the antidote – the same as mine. "Sure."
He drank it in one small gulp. He tossed the liquid back at Snape and crossed his arms. "Can I go now?" he asked.
For a moment, he looked at me. He made me feel rather nervous. "Of course," Dumbledore said.
He walked elegantly out of the room, as if he hadn't put my or his life in danger. Albus looked at Severus and then at me. "Should... I go as well?" I asked.
Severus nodded. "We need to decide about your room. Dumbledore will go up to your room when we decide," he said.
I nodded back, slowly. I didn't think Snape wanted me around. I walked from the classroom and wandered back to my room. "What happened?" Ron eagerly asked.
"I have to change rooms," I said, pulling out my suitcase. "Just because of the night terrors."
Hermione sat on the end of my bed, next to Ron. "Those ARE terrible Harry, I'm afraid I haven't slept well because of it," she said.
"Well, I am sorry; it's not like I can help it," I said, lowering my eyes.
She crossed her legs impatiently. "Where are they going to put you?" she asked.
I shrugged. "Probably near Snape's quarters, since it's far away from all of the different rooms," I said.
"That makes sense. He's one of the few teachers with a guest room," Ron said.
Hermione turned to Ron. "How do you know that?" she asked, raising her eyebrow suspiciously.
He looked back at her. "Eww, Hermione don't think that!" he shoved her playfully. "I heard Professor McGonnigal say he had a visitor once, and mentioned something about a guest room. She said she wished she had a guest room."
"Would she have guests though?" I asked.
Hermione and Ron shrugged simultaneously. They had grown rather attached to each other. "It'd be better staying with her than Snape," Ron made a face.
I tried to stop my cheeks from burning red. "Maybe," I said. "But I would still wake you guys up."
"You can't win," Hermione said. "I just hope you figure out what is causing your dreams. I'm sure it's terrible for you as well."
I nodded and continued to shove my things into the suitcase. Professor Snape walked in and looked down at us. "All right Mr. Potter," he sighed lightly. "You'll be staying with me."
"Not that I'm complaining sir," I started. "But wasn't Dumbledore supposed to get me?"
"Yes," he said. "But he thought it would be better for me to fetch you, since I know where I'm going... or something like that."
I nodded and picked up my suitcase. "Sorry sir, for being a hassle," I said.
"It's fine," he said. "Is that all of your things?"
"I need to bring everything?" I asked.
He shrugged. "It may be better," he said.
Ron and Hermione left the room while I finished to pack. Snape picked up my first suitcase and Hedwig's empty cage. I grabbed the last bag and followed him down the empty corridor. I quickly attempted to make conversation. "You don't mind me staying?" I asked.
"No," he kept his responses short. "I don't."
"Is it soundproof? Will you hear me if I start again?" I asked.
"No because I'm going to be there if you're screaming. I don't sleep much anyway," his eyes stayed off of me.
"Thank you," I said.
He opened the door to his personal chamber. I waited until he closed the door to start what I really wanted to talk about. "Is there a reason you're barely talking to me?" I asked, feeling myself start to get really upset.
He was obviously feeling the same as I was. "Harry, you have to understand. I can't have a relationship with a student. The age difference is grotesque and I'm seeing someone else. If it wasn't for... you being you I wouldn't even take a second glance at you as you walk by," he said.
"Then why am I staying in your guest room?" I asked.
He crossed his arms. "It was Dumbledore's decision, not mine. If I said no, then I'd have to explain why, which could have gotten me fired," he said.
I paused and walked to where the guest room was. "I am older, you know," I said.
"Don't start with this future bullshit again please," he said and set my stuff down in the room.
"It's an excuse," I said, looking up at him. "It's not like I'm completely happy with the age difference either."
He sighed lightly. "Graduation is soon. Then we can both go along with our lives forgetting each other," he said and walked from the room.
I walked to the doorway and glared at him. He wasn't looking. "I bet that's the same thing you said to Victoria," I said.
I watched him turn to look at me. I had hurt him. I slammed the door trying to get his onyx eyes out of my sight. I didn't bother unpacking and let myself fall into his large, luxurious guest bed. I looked at the pile of my things and let sleep take over my body.
My eyes opened before I was fully conscious. My body ached for more sleep. Had I been screaming? There was no Snape to been seen, so no, I hadn't. I sat up and looked around for a clock. I could hear it ticking, but it was hidden from my sight. Something darted across the floor. It moved to where my things where. I lazily looked at the pile and noticed a woman sitting on top. "Hello Harry," a smile stretched across her lips.
She didn't move her mouth when she spoke, but I knew it was her speaking. "Hi," I said, trying to be polite as I could. "May I ask who you are?"
"Of course," she crossed her legs.
She continued to be silent. I caught on quickly. "Who are you?" I asked.
Her eyes ventured to the chain around my neck. "Victoria, but you're welcome to call me Vic," she said.
So this was the wonderful Victoria. She was tall and rather slim. She had long, dark brown hair and bright green eyes. She was rather stunning, but her hair seemed to move even though there was no wind. "I've heard of you," I said.
I listened to her laughter fill the air, even though her face showed no expression of it. "I would hope so," she said. "Severus was rather smitten with me."
"I think you hurt him," I said.
"Bah," her eyes rolled. "I know what you think. I may be dead, but I am far from stupid. Don't you want to know why I am here?"
I nodded. "I wouldn't mind," I muttered.
Her pale lips formed a smile again. "You know those dreams you've been having?" she asked.
"Of course," I said, wishing I had forgotten.
Her laughs again echoed through the small room. "They're my memories. I'm sorry they have disturbed you," she said.
I stood up, feeling very frustrated with her. "Why am I seeing YOUR memories?" I asked.
"Because I'm in you. I wish Severus had read the damn note. I wanted to start over again, so I could be with him. I'm sorry it was you Harry, I really am, but after he who shall not be named attacked you, I knew you were perfect. If you could handle him as an infant, then you should have been able to handle my memories. I went inside of you after you were attacked of course," she floated off of the pile and stood to look at me. "You resemble your father, not me. The only reason Severus sees me in you is because he wants to."
"So the only reason I'm attracted to him is because of you?" I asked.
I watched her eyebrow raise. "I'm afraid not. Originally I thought so, but at his funeral, I knew it wasn't just me. So I sent us back," she said.
I grabbed her arm. "It's your fault I'm here?" I yelled.
My hand went through her arm and her eyes burned red and her appearance became more hideous. "It's YOURS. You were the one that wanted to do this," her lips were moving. "It's your curse, not mine."
Her voice continued on in my head. I covered my ears and started to scream, hoping the phantom would leave me alone.
I felt myself being shaken awake. "Fuck Harry," Severus cursed. "I've never heard you so loud."
He sighed lightly. Were his arms around me? "Sorry," my throat was sore.
I quickly took advantage of him being there. I rested my head against his chest and curled up against him. "Want to talk about it?" he asked.
I felt myself start to doze off again. "You'd be mad," I said.
His fingers ran through my hair. "I doubt that," he said.
I closed my eyes and tried to decide the best way to tell him. I've been possessed by your ex-girlfriend and she's haunting my dreams. I decided to do something else instead. I opened my eyes and watched his patient eyes. I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.