Dreams Chapter 1
"Horror turned Fantasy..."
By: Deep Shadows
Author's Note: When you review I want you to tell me what you think is going on. This is not what it seems so be prepared for a turn about.
(Hint: Who does Miranda look like that is still living?)
Hope I didn't give it away. Deep Shadows
Severus tossed and turned in his sleep. This was one of those nights that he wished he had brewed a Dreamless Sleep draught. His dreams were full of her. He re-lived the memories of their Hogwarts days, days when she was the only one to trust and befreind him. He remebered the kiss, and the night on the rooftop. He watched painfully in his own mind as she walked down the aisle to be wed to another man. Callabella was a lucky man in Severus's opionion. Tossing over in his bed once more he relived his most horrid memory of her, the night she died. That was one of the most horrible things he could ever recall.
Her screams of agony, of rage, and worst of all fear. How she called out to her husband who could do nothing but protect their remaining two children.
"NO!!" Severus yelled as he awoke, sitting striaght up and covered with the sweat of bad dreams. He was shaking slightly and he knew he would get no more sleep this night.
He got out of bed, cursing the black Dark Mark on his forearm. It was because of that mark that he could not have saved her, that mark had condemed her as well as him and Severus spent everyday with that knowledge. He dressed in some loose pants and a plain white shirt. He didn't think anyonew else in the Manor was awake so he cared little about how he dressed. He walked down the large staircase, heading to the lounge. His bare feet shocked as they touched the cold stond of the ground floor. He padded in the room, sitting heavily on a couch.
"Bloody dreams." He grumbled, more angry with hisself than anything else. He nodded off to sleep and began dreaming again.
This timie he was in the Slytherin common room, he and Miranda having an arguement. Her blue eyes were full of anger and sadness and Severus watched as he pulled on a cold face to her. He saw the hurt in her eyes that he did not allow himself to see then. She turned and walked out of the door, a single tear glistening on her pale cheek as her ebony hair followed her like a silkened ribbon. Severus's mind sighed, for he had had this dream before.
Suddenly the dream switched scenes and changed. Severus was lying on his bed and a knock on the door stirred him. The door opened and Miranda tiptoed in.
"Severus, I'm so...." She said, walking towards him as he stood.
"Hush..." He said lowly, wrapping his arms around her waist. She seemed shocked and slightly unsure of what to do, but moved closer to him still. He put his his hand under her chin, lifting her face as he leaned down to kiss her softly. The second their lips touched though, it was like a wildfire had ignited. She wrapped her delicate arms around his neck as he lifted her up. He felt her feminie form up against his and he marveled at how she seemed to fit him perfectly and how warm she felt against him. He picked her up of the ground, breaking the kiss and walked with her over to the bed. Her sapphire eyes seemed different to him, yet he knew that was because they were hooded with passion. A warm smile came over her face, and he smiled back. He went to speak, but she silenced him with another kiss. This kiss grew beyond the point of no return and he knew it. She hastily undid the few buttons on his shirt, her small hands roving over his chest, warming the skin as he kissed her neck gently.
