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Until Death and After
Chapter Ten: The Dream
I awoke as if someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes as a gasp escaped from my lips. Severus' arms tightened around my waist and his nose rubbed against my neck. "Are you alright?" he muttered, probably still asleep.
"Fine," I said.
I ran my hand against his leg, making sure he was wearing some sort of undergarments. Thankfully, he was, so I guessed I wasn't raped during the night... not that Severus would rape me, but he did get the wrong idea. "You want to have some fun?" he whispered, definitely asleep.
"I- I- I," I stuttered, feeling myself start to blush.
One of his hands started to move across my leg as he kissed my neck. "Why are you so twitchy Sam?"
Sam? I slid out of his grip and onto the floor. "Sam?" I questioned aloud.
My voice, or the large "thump" from me hitting the ground awoke Severus from whatever kind of dream he was having. Of course, he was awoken as quickly as I had hoped and turned over. I stood up and grabbed the necklace and decided to leave and not mention what he had attempted to do.
I found my feet doing most of the walking and ending up in the washroom. I slid my feet against the cold tiles and started warm water in the shower. My undergarments fell to the ground as I stepped in and let the warm water rush against my body. I felt as if my body was shutting itself down. My eyelids began to lower and my legs grew weak. I sat down, feeling weak, not tired. "Harry?" Severus' voice was too close.
"Showering," I said, keeping my speech short. "Don't come in."
I heard him laugh over the sound of the water. "It's too late, I can't see anything," I heard him sit down. "I'm sorry."
I let the water mix with the tears now falling from my face. "For what?" I choked.
It hadn't even been a day since Sam had left Severus; it makes sense that he'd still be thinking about me. I'm just a student. "For... what I did. It's early," he said. "I'm not used to, well, it's been awhile-"
I cut him off; I didn't feel like discussing it. "I didn't have a dream," I said.
"What?" he asked.
I opened my eyes, feeling the tears rushing down my face. I made a mistake, but I couldn't figure out where. "Vic didn't come to me. I don't know how to get back," I said. "I didn't dream anything."
"Don't worry," Severus said. I noticed his silhouetted head turn to look at me. "We'll figure out something."
"Okay," I took a deep breath, and watched him leave the room.
Ron's chuckles broke me from the trance that I was in. "Look at him, he's a mess," he whispered to me. "Rumour is, is that he boyfriend dumped him. Did you know his door swung that way?"
I nodded. "I did," I said, letting my head fall onto my desk.
I watched Severus Snape write crooked across the board. "He definitely seems off."
"He hasn't hit on you, has he?" Ron eagerly asked.
I attempted to shake my head, but quickly realized that my head was on the desk. "No, of course not. He's my teacher," I said, scanning over the instructions that he had written on the board.
I heard Ron start to tell a story about him and Hermione. I felt my eyes lower, but opened them widely as I noticed Victoria sitting on Severus' desk. She waved to me and shouted up at me, "I didn't get a chance to talk to you last night."
"I know," I said. "Was it because..." I looked at Ron. "Because I was happy?"
She shook her head as her hideous laughter filled the classroom. "You weren't wearing the necklace," she said, as if I was a moron.
I put my arms tightly around the chain that hung around my neck. "I wouldn't if I were you. You do want to go back, don't you?" Her laughter again filled the classroom.
No one noticed her, except for me. "I... do," I said with more confidence than I should have.
Severus walked by her and told us to take out our equipment. I watched Victoria run her hand against his chest. Her emerald eyes watched for my reaction. I clenched a fist; why was I so angry? He, of course, continued working. She grasped his hand, which was holding onto a beaker. It looked as if it was going to break in his hands. "STOP!" I screamed at her.
Apparently, I wasn't as invisible as Victoria. She disappeared moments after the words left my mouth. The class stared at me, wondering why I questioned our potion master's potion making skill. "Stop what, Mr. Potter?" Severus asked, with more concern in his voice than he should have.
"I... I-erm... I..." I stuttered, feeling tears streaming down my face.
The beaker was, now, broken and cutting into his hand. Why didn't he notice? "The beaker... your hand..." I watched several drops of blood fall to the floor.
Severus set down the beaker; there was no blood on it. He lifted his hand to look at it and of course, it was fine. He ran one of his fingers against his palm, and then looked up at me. "Are you okay Harry?" he asked.
I wiped my face with my sleeve. "I... I don't know," I whispered, looking down.
Ron leaned to hear me. "What did he say Mr. Weasley?" Severus asked.
"I didn't hear him either," Ron shouted to him. He snickered quietly to me, "He called you Harry, Harry."
I took off the necklace. "I'm fine, Professor Snape," I said.
"I'll continue then," he said and continued his talk.
Ron started to take out the supplies and whispered to me. "He called you Harry!" he laughed low just to me.
"I guess I've befriended him," I said, shoving the cursed chain into my pocket.
"So... what happened?" he asked.
"N-nothing happened! We just hung out and talked," I said.
Ron stared blankly at me. "I mean," he said. "When you flipped out..."
"Oh," I felt my face burn. "I thought I saw something, that I didn't."
"Really?" he looked at me. "Like what?"
My eyes fell, I couldn't tell him. I remembered this from the first time I was in my seventh year. "Come on Harry," he touched my shoulder. "You can tell me."
"I can't," I felt my sorrows turn into salty tears. "You wouldn't understand."
Ron's hand shot up. "Professor Snape!" he didn't wait for him to answer. "Harry's sick, may I please take him to the infirmary?"
Ron covered my mouth as I tried to protest. "That's fine," he said. "Take Miss. Granger with you, she probably feels out of the loop."
Hermione grabbed my legs and Ron put his arms around my waist so they could carry me out as if I was actually sick. I didn't bother protesting, since I figured Severus had already figured it out. After we left, Ron and Hermione dropped me, rather hard, on the ground just moments after we left the classroom. "That was rather rude," I muttered, rubbing my bottom.
"We just got you out of class," Hermione said. "Well, Ron got us out of class. You should be more grateful."
We started to walk towards the inventory. "Maybe it'll be important," I said.
"You actually want to listen to his infernal blither?" Ron said. "I think you've grown too close."
"Harry, he won't even get into the part where we actually make the potion. You know the first class is all the history," Hermione said. They started to pick me up again. "Even I don't find it that important." Ron and I stared blankly at Hermione. "Okay, I do find it slightly important, but Harry's health is more important."
I was lifted into the infirmary and tossed down lightly on the bed. "Okay, it's not that important," I said.
Ron pulled up a chair and sat down. "So, what was it that you saw?" he asked.
Hermione copied Ron by pulling up another chair beside him. Madam Pomfrey was nowhere to be seen. I looked around and decided to change the topic. "You said I've gotten to close to Se... Professor Snape, but what about you and Hermione?" I said.
"Well," Ron sheepishly looked at Hermione. "You haven't been around as much... I guess we've become rather close."
"See it from my point of view," I said. "I'm having night terrors, I'm stuck in a different room than everyone else and my two best friends are ogling each other. Obviously I'm going to befriend the person I'm rooming with. To be honest, he's not that bad of a guy," I said.
Ron leaned over to Hermione. "He means us right?" he joked, trying to slice through the tension in the air.
Madam Pomfrey walked in and noticed me laying down. "Mr. Potter?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
Hermione covered for me. "We were in potions and he screamed and almost passed out. It was horrible, so Professor Snape sent us here," she said.
Madam Pomfrey nodded and looked at me. "I'll get Harry something that will help him sleep, that's probably what he needs," she left quickly.
"I saw the girl from my night terror and she was going to hurt Severus," I said, basically on impulse. I didn't want to loose my friends again. "I'm sorry for not telling you right away."
I watched Ron and Hermione smile at each other. "It's okay Harry," Ron said.
Madam Pomfrey rushed back in and handed me a glass of water. "You two should head back to class. Harry'll be fine," she said.
I drank some of the water while I watch the three of them leave. I pulled the cool chain out from inside my pocket. As I drank the rest of the water I wondered if talking to Victoria again would be of any value. I slipped the chain back around my back and laid back on the pillow. Victoria floated onto a chair that Hermione had been sitting on. "Twice in one day," she said. "You didn't like me hurting you dear Sevy did you?"
I crossed my arms, "No actually. I didn't," I said. "How do I get back?"
"What if it's all the same when you get back?" she crossed her arms, mocking me.
I rubbed my arm. "It won't," I said.
"Trust me," a small demonic smirk appeared on her face. "I live in the back of your mind. I know what you're thinking. Couldn't you just stay here? Eventually you're age would catch up anyway."
She tilted her head in one direction waiting for a response. "But what if my age keeps going," I noted how my pants had become uncomfortably tight. "I would die."
"But wouldn't it be fun?" she leaned over to talk to me. "You could be locked up in this school with him. Alone in his secluded room, no one would hear anything."
She winked at me. "I ask you again, how do I get back?" I asked.
"The same way you got here," she said.
"I'm supposed to get hit by another car?" I asked.
She looked at a non-existent watch on her wrist. "Time to wake up!" she screeched loudly.
I sat up in a cold sweat. I really couldn't stand her voice. Severus jumped at my sudden movement. "Class?" I asked.
"Just making sure you're okay," he smiled.
"I saw her," I said.
"She was trying to cut your hand! I don't think she wants me to go back."
He leaned over me. "You should," he said. "Things will be better."
I looked into his trusting eyes. "How do you know?" I asked, not wanting to loose Severus again.
"Trust me, okay?" he asked.
I nodded, realizing that he had figured out a way to send me back. "Okay," I said. "I... I trust you."
He leaned over and pressed his lips lightly against mine. "Close your eyes," he said. "I'll make sure it doesn't hurt."
I looked at Severus one last time, and closed my eyes feeling his hand brush up against my forehead. My senses numbed; it felt like a dream.