A/N: Minna, gomen nasai! I'm sorry that I've been slacking off…I have so much stuff to do…because I'm going back to my homeland in a week! So I need to clean out everything…Anyways, I'm back writing the third chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it. R&R please!
By the way, for those of you who've reviewed… 3 arigatou gozaimasu 3 !
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
CHAPTER THREE
It was the day before all the Hogwart students returned from their summer vacations, and Severus Snape was brooding in his office. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he was frowning at the Pensieve, which he'd placed upon the desk. He hadn't gone back home to the Snape mansion this summer (and previous summers) for sundry reasons. One, his clandestine job as a spy for the Order of Phoenix had kept him busy most of the summer going around gathering useful information. And two…well let's just say that all his relatives have passed away already so there was really no point in revisiting the lonely mansion. It's not like he could do anything in that big house which his last kin had left him. Besides, he would've rather remained in Hogwart, in his little potion laboratory in the office, working on and inventing various potions that may come in handy in the future.
Severus Snape was feeling particularly frustrated, as he had awakened from his afternoon slumber and was attempting to recall his most recent dream that he'd been having. And though he couldn't remember the dream, his subconscious told him that it was the same dream over and over again. There was no doubt about that. He hadn't spoken to Albus yet, mainly because he couldn't talk about it, being that he was unable to remember the dream himself. He wished he could just remember the dream. It had made him feel a strange sensation, a wistful longing for…someone…someone that had been so…so…
"Argh! Why can't I recall this dream? Why do I always forget it the moment I woke up! It's definitely not someone that I've met before…" Severus Snape kicked the leg o the desk in annoyance and stood up abruptly, ignoring the pain in his right foot.
"I'm going for a walk." Severus Snape went out of his office and the potion classroom. After muttering a lock-charm, he swept up the stairs, away from the cold dungeon, and towards the lake.
When he reached a shady spot at the lake, he sat down on the white rock, which was radiating warmth from the heat that it had absorbed from the sun in the morning. Severus Snape leant back on the tree behind him and sighed softly.
"I wish I could remember the face of the person…that way I might know why I'm having this dream…there's a purpose, a meaning behind this. It's like an omen or something…it had to be. Too bad I can't remember it at all…" Severus Snape laid there for a long time before he decided to head back to his classroom. By then it was already late evening.
"Drat! Those annoying brats are returning tomorrow and I've got to get the ingredients ready…hmm!"
Mumbling to himself, he went inside his classroom and shut the door. Still muttering, Severus Snape busied himself with cleaning everything, waving his wands here or there. Usually he would've cleaned the room without wands, because he disliked depending on the wands too often. But today he's been thinking too much about that dream of his that he didn't have time anymore to clean the room by hand. It was until about midnight that Severus Snape prepared himself to bed.
"Time to sleep again…hopefully I'll remember this time –" Snape paused as he felt his arm something burning on his arm. He quickly lifted up his sleeve, and sure enough, his dark mark was glowing. Cursing inwardly at his bad luck, Snape jumped out of bed and quickly put a cloak over his pajamas. With no time to inform Albus, Severus Snape left a clue so that Albus would know if he were to come in Severus's room. Then, Severus Snape hastily touched his Dark Mark and vanished, on his way to the Dark Lord, his heart pounding hard.
A/N: I know it's shorter than the previous chapters...but I felt it was right to end there. Hehe