Title: Grave of Butterflies
Summary: Severus is haunted by strange dreams, strange dreams of Harry Potter. Dreams that keep coming and won't stop. It's not until one frightenly detailed dream... that Severus decides to look into them. Why is he having them?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Rowling does. Sorry.
Warning: Some OOC might insue, but I tried my best so it may not be the case. This fic has use of mild language and some violent scenes, parental descression adviced.
A/n: I would like to thank my new Beta! Who so wonderfully edited this chapter and probably many more to come.Iwrote this story as my first attempt at a mystery kind of thing, you will find what happened when Sevvy does. But please, understand this is my first Harry Potter fic. Erm okay? Thank you!
Chapter 1: Dreams
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It had been two weeks… two weeks into the summer when the horrible dreams had started. Severus thought he was truly going insane. To even think, he'd dream of that... that griffindore Gryffindor. Normally he would have taken a dreamless sleep potion. But... curiousity curiosity had sparked, there was just something about the way the dreams had been portried portrayed. He shifted slightly in his seat, bringing a hot cup of coffee to his mouth, taking a sip greedily, as if this could end all chaotic suffering.
They had started on a Monday, after a perfectly good day. He had went gone to sleep, thinking everything was going to be fine. Everything was peachy, so he should be have been able to actually enjoy a good night of sleep. But he was wrong, so very wrong.
Flash back
He stood in front of class, surely he loved his job alot a lot, so teaching in a dream was what normally occurred occurred. But it just got weirder after that, each student he could recognize, but at the same time he could not. All save one, Harry Potter, who was sitting to his left in the front row. Normally the little slacker's attention would be on his friends, but that time he was perfectly drawn on his every move.
It's not It wasn't like he'll he'd complain about a kid paying attention. It was when he turned, when he had turned to write on the board that things had gotten weird. it all happened like going through a portkey, the surrounding woosh whoosh as he turned. Of course, in his dream mind he hadn't noticed, till he was staring at the long stretch of woods before him. He gaped slightly, but closed his mouth into a tight scowl. He turned slowly, expecting to see his class room, but it was still the woods, as if he was centered somehow in the center of the forbidden woods.
But there before him, stood that Harry Potter, his eyes not leaving Severus's, not for one mintue minute. This was aggitating agitating, why on earth was he alone in the woods with Harry of all people? He walked towards him, intent on finding out just what was going on, but as he approached, Harry just seemed ever farther. This confused the potion master. Was this some sort of nightmare? Was it telling him, heaven forbid, that he wanted Potter? He shook his head and stopped his advance; the boy seemed to open his mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out. Nothing save a few thousand crimson butterflies. Sev. I wouldn't abbreviate this, it sounds too informal brought his hands up to gaurd guard his face from his onsloaght onslaught, but instead of feeling their testy legs and wing tips, he felt the thick warmth of water surrounding him.
It was then when he couldn't couldn't breathe, his air way was tight, his vision blurred. The water rose? above his head, and at times he felt himself being brought up, and then slammed down harshly again, back beneath the surface. He watched, fear overloading him as his vison vision faded, his mind reeled.
He then fell out of bed.
end flash back
Two weeks, two long weeks. The same thing over and over again. He tried everything, every single potion on the market. But he would not complain to Dumbledore of this, nor would he even bother contacting that little Harry Potter.
He still didn't know the meaning, and what didn't help was often, he'd find himself having the same dream, but waking half way there, having the feeling of intense doom over reign him until he fell asleep again. But tonight, tonight was going to be different, this time he'd pay attention to everything, everything he could see. And he would attempt to grab Harry before they entered the woods. He wanted a answer, even if he had to force it from his own mind.
Rising, the Potions master made ready for bed, pushing the covers back and laying in. He let his gaze focus on his cobwebbed ceiling, until his vision blurred with the tinge of sleep.
- He was standing in his front hall, everything was normal. Sept Except for Harry, who had appeared out of nowhere. He nearly jumped, but he restrained himself. Launching himself forward, he made a grasp for the teen's shoulder. He frowned when the effect seemed to be on in his own house. He grunted closing his eyes, and opening it within two seconds, his surroundings were the same woods, in the same place.
His gaze fell on Harry, and he nearly choked from shock. Harry was there of course, but his looks.. why was he? The boy was errect erect, but his clothes had become ragged, he was sopping wet. But that wasn't the most of it. Half the boy's face had been gone, as if slowly eaten away. His eyes were covered in the thin veil of white, a pair of unseeing eyes. Yet they still bore deep into Severus's soul.
He felt himself take a step back, Harry reached forward, a an awefully awfully boney bony hand, extending exposed digits in his direction. Again the boy mouthed something, but Severus's vision faded and he was startled by the feeling of water, the feeling of suffercating suffocating, the feeling as if his chest would burst.-
He gasped sitting up in bed. Something was wrong, that had to be it. to have a dream over and over... and then such slight changes, but the same damn thing... Something was wrong... And severus needed to find out what was wrong exactly... Even if it meant going to Dumbledore with a pencive Pensieve, or even contacting Harry Potter himself.
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TBC...
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