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Chapter 3: Nightmares

As Harry sat in his bed in privet drive, trying to figure out his nightmare, someone else was having one. But this nightmare could not be banished with just opening your eyes, it was a nightmare that would last forever. This was a nightmare that haunts not only the hours in which you sleep but also when your awake.

Screaming in pain and agony, our dear potions master awoke. He then grabbed his arm to make the pain stop, to make it all go away, but nothing could stop the burning sensation in his arm. The dark mark adorned upon his arm was burning, like the flames of hell it self, this only meant one thing, the Dark Lord was summoning him, his deatheaters.

Groaning in pain the Potions Mater sat up in his bed. Letting go of his burning arm, he grabbed his wand, and with a wave a few torches and candles lit to life. The cold, dark room was lightened with a soft glow. Profesor Snape then looked down at the dark mark. The mark of darkness was as clear as ever since the Dark Lord was resurrected. The skull was as white as the purest of snow, and the snake that slithered around it looked so real. Suddenly the mark burned once again, and blood began to ooze from the hollow holes where the eyes would have been on the skull. Not only blood, the red ruby liquid came from the space, but his blood. The purest of all blood.

" Why did I ever serve that half-breed? Why did I ever join him?" thought Snape as he pushed back the covers and stood from his bed. Even in the dim light you could see the scars on his back. Many were there, and many of them were fresh. The old ones were covered over with the new.

"The Dark Lord has never been this urgent to see his death eaters...I need to see Albus." Mumbled Snape as he walked over to his wardrobe to retrieve his deatheater mask and robes.

The pain in his arm happened once again but more intense. He fell to his knees then, holding his arm, screaming in agony. The dark mark began to glow a crimson red, the eyes were also glowing this color. Shakily he stood, trying to walk through the pain, he opened his wardrobe. Inside were only his teaching, casual, and dress robes, but in the corner was a dark green chest.

Snape, ignoring the blood spilling like a light rain upon his floor, he reached in and pulled out the chest. Taking out his wand once more he recited a spell opening the chest. Inside was (and to his disgust) his deatheaters robes, and on the top of them was a silver mask.

After changing into the robes that still smelled like the blood from the last rival, Snape stood and ran to Dumbledore's office. "The faster I get there the better for the light side." Thought Snape as he ran to the headmaster's office. It was going to be along night for our dear profesor, a very long night, filled with pain torture and hatred. Some could call it a living nightmare.

A/N: Hi there! Sorry for the wait. It's lovely to see you all again, and if we haven't met before, it's lovely to met you all. . Anyways this is only the first part to chapter 3. Okay I know this part was all about Snape...but he is important. And I want to show what he goes through to help the wizarding world. Well the second part of this chapter will be up tommorow. I promise it wil be good...not like that crap up above. Sorry I know this chapter is short but school is horrid and hwshudders . The next couple of chapters will be longer, promise. So...anyways thank you for reading. re-reads A/N man this A/N is almost as long as my story. Geez...okay well bye and please read and review.