Title: Grave of butterflies

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Rowling does. Sorry.

A/n: another chapter. Please enjoy it! And thanks again to my beta! -Gives lots of cookies and other such trinkets.-

Dedication: This chapter and the one before and probably the story if she doesn't mind is for my Beta. Elwing Evenstar. Thank you!

Chapter 2: Crossing over

It was cold outside, and Severus had to struggle just to keep his cloak on from the bellowing wind. He cursed his misfortune for having these cursed dreams, but it was Dumbledore's word that he come and see him immediately. Unfortunately do due to a magical storm, most port-keys were inactive, so he had to take the Knight Bus. And that only stopped on the outskirts of Hogwarts. Severus scowled, even as he pushed the doors open, ignoring Filch's look and entering the great hall with a sigh of relief.

Dumbledore had been expecting him; when he opened the door to the office, the elder man rose immediately and shut the door behind him. Severus looked anywhere but into those pale blue eyes and found a seat before the desk. Dumbledore remained silent, only pressed the small lever on the floor, revealing the goblet filled with a clear swirling liquid, most readily used as the Pensieve.

Snape knew immediately what to do. Rising from the seat he had taken only moments ago, he put his wand to his head, thinking only of the vivid dreams, and allowed it to vacate in a silver swirl of energy. He placed it within the liquid and stepped back to allow the Headmaster a quick glance.

Dumbledore quirked a brow and looked to him, his voice gentle, almost father like. "Aren't you going to join me Severus?"

Severus shook his head, crossing his arms tightly to him. "No Albus, I had enough of them, to ever want to revisit during my waking hours." Dumbledore gifted him with a nod, then leaned slowly over the brim of the bowl, allowing the Pensieve to take him into the world of Severus's dreams.

The effect on him was nothing to what Severus felt, but he got the giff , even if he could only seem to view it from the POV of Severus. He frowned as he lifted himself from the liquid and turned to Snape. "I am afraid I am not sure what your dreams are implying. At least, I am unwilling to believe what I am seeing Severus. I believe, you are having some sort of ... premonition. And it involves young Harry."

Snape paled, but he didn't let any other emotion spread across his face. "Why would that be? And are you sure it's a 'premonition'?"

Dumbledore's frown seemed to deepen. "What else could it be Severus? This thing is most unusual, this dream of yours."

Severus took a deep sigh. "Look, I am going to send a Owl to Potter's. If he responds, then I am not going to worry about it."

Dumbledore nodded. "What if his aunt or uncle... do not allow such activities?"

Snape thought a moment. "I'm sure if the Owl returns without the letter, we'll at least know he must have attained it. Especially if the owl won't give it to anyone but Harry." Snape's voice seemed to have a tinge of.. excitement, although he would never admit to it in front of Albus. But Dumbledore smiled a little at his concern.

"Very well Severus, get to it then."

Snape nodded and left the room. His walk back to the dungeons however, was far from normal. About half way there, a odd sound whispered past his ear. It caused him to shiver, and look around.

It was then his eyes caught upon a glimpse of a familiar figure. A teen with messy brown hair, and emerald green eyes. Albeit, half his face was masked by a dark shadow, and his hands... his hands... they were skeletal. If Severus was a child, he would have surely screamed like one. Instead he merely froze, wondering if this entire day had been nothing but a dream.

Harry didn't seem to move, his one eye locked souly solely on Severus's own. Snape took a step back, and decided to ignore the image. Turning towards his dungeon he managed to take three whole steps before he was halted. Something cold, icy almost to the touch grabbed his hand. Severus felt a bit of a shiver run down his spine, before slowly looking in the direction.

It was Harry. In his shock, Severus pulled away and the apparition vanished all together. That was it, his last draw. He had to find out what it mean, why this was happening. Surely it wasn't something serious, possibly just one of the ghosts messing with them. But he had to be sure, the potion master made his way to his quarters, writing a quick letter, entitled 'respond immediately' on the envelope. Tying it to the owl's left foot, he released the feathered beast into the air.

Severus yawned, and looked to his bed. He knew he'd have to face another night with the dreams, although with what happened earlier, he wondered if he would attain no peace from it. The professor retired, laying in the bed and closing his eyes, and letting sweet relaxation fill his tired body almost immediately.

- Severus opened his eyes, squinting from the bright sun. He found himself lying on a small bed in a rather small room. Beside him slept a peaceful looking Harry potter. His eyes widened, more for the odd predicament, than the fact Potter had again managed to reappear in his dreams. But it was different, Harry awoke, his body was not rotting like before, and when he stood and walked forward, he walked through Severus.

This was almost a shock, Harry always noticed him in his dreams, why not now? But he decided to follow, walking quietly behind the boy-who-lived. Harry seemed to go through his every day life, scrubbing the dishes, vacuuming the floor, polishing the wood. He didn't even take a break, and Severus wondered it was just his imagination that it seemed to have taken hours for the boy to complete his full list of chores.

It was then the boy knocked a flowered vase of the shelf. A look of pure fear spread on his face, it even made Severus wince at the fear in the boy's eyes. He quickly knelt, watching Harry more closely as he scrambled to pick up the pieces and seem to hide them, far beneath the trash. It was that moment, his uncle walked in. Severus could have sworn the man was half pot-bellied pig, but he didn't expect what he saw next. Harry stood fast, knocking back the trash can, spilling the sludge harshly on the floor.

His uncle seemed to glow with anger, his face almost as purple as his lips. Severus could not hear them, it was like watching a muted movie in fast forward. But he wanted to yell out when the bigger man started beating down on Harry. Why wasn't he using his powers? Why was he just taking it? The idea of the rule never crossed his mind, the rule to not use magic outside Hogwarts, or face expulsion.

Severus ran forward, his eyes widened.

Anger searing though him, but when he was in reach, he sat up straight in bed.. soaked in sweat and panting.

"No... Could it have been?..."

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TBC...

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