FIghting For His Life
Disclaimer: I wish Severus Snape was mine, but sadly, he's not.
Snape didn't sleep peacefully for long. Soon terribly vivid dreams invade his mind.
Snape runs though a dark forest, being chased by an unknown terror. He runs until he is face to face with a scarlet eyed, snake faced, tall, pale figure with hands like spiders. Lord Voldemort.
He was down on his knees in front of him, begging for his life and the life of his father and sister who sit huddled in a corner. He is, at the moment, 18 years to the day.
"If you follow me," Voldemort says. "If you bear my mark and serve me, you and your family live. If you refuse me, you and your family die, but not before my followers have some fun with the girl." Snape's sister is torn away from their father by two Death Eaters.
"No..No stop," Snape cries, "I'll bear your mark, I'll serve you My Lord." Voldemort smiles evily.
"Hold him." he orders. Two Death Eaters hold his arms and he stuggles. Voldemort walks up to him and pulls up the sleeve of Snape's robes. He touches his wand to the left inner forearm and mutters something Snape can't hear. White hot pain engulfs him as an image of a vivid red serpent-tongued skull is branded upon him.
Voldemort backs up a step as his deatheaters release his new recruit. He points his wand at Snape's father.
"Avada Kedavra!" he yells. The man is dead before he hits the ground. Then he turns to the girl.
"Have your fun boys." he says. Snape is restrained once agian and is force to watch as his sister is raped, tortured, and killed.
"NO!" he yells.
"SILENCE!" Voldemort yells. He points his wand at Snape's chest. "You will pay for your insolence, CRUCIO!" Snape's screams of pain echo around the room. He chokes.
"Professor Snape its ok, relax, let the potion go down." Hermione's voice pierces through the dream. He swallows, the dream disappears into blackness and he can sleep peacefully agian.
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Professor Snape had scared Hermione. She had finished her Potions essay when he'd started to thrash violently and scream in his sleep.
"No No, I'll bear your mark, I'll serve you My Lord."
"Professor Snape!" Hermione exclaims as she rushes to his side. She tries to restrain him, but it does not work and he lets out a blood curdling scream. She runs to Snape's potions stores. He's strong so I'll need something to keep him out for awhile. she thinks. There's only one thing. The Draught of Living Death. It'll keep him out for several days but I have no choice. And she grabs the potion. She runs back into the room and measures out the appropriate dose. Snape screams agian. She pulls him into a sitting position agianst her. She is surprised. He's burning up! She pours the foul smelling potion down her Potion Master's throat. He gags.
"Professor Snape its ok, relax, let the potion go down." she pleads. He seems to hear her and calms enough to swallow it. He stills completely and she lays his warm body back on the bed.
She goes to the sink in the next room and runs a washcloth under the cool water. She goes back into the bed room and lays it on her feverish Professor's brow. She sighs and goes back to finish the rest of her homework, checking on him occasionally.