This Life is Killing Me
By Angelis-Sensei
AN: Alas, the sequel to My Supposed Previous Life is composed. I was yelled at by one of my faithfuls, telling me that I left me I left the 'previous' at a horrible place. -chuckles- I like to mess with you all. Cliffhangers are done intentionally, you know!
Want me to get on with it, eh? I'm teeming with energy and inspiration now. It'll be pretty mad.
You guys wouldn't mind if I paired up the two, right? I mean, really… they might be able to trace themselves to each other… but it's so far off that it doesn't matter, right? I mean… they don't even look alike.. Bloody hell… I had Severus kissing Tom before, and no one squirmed… it's just one generation difference!
No one guessed as to who Dorian Edmund Snape was named after…. It's on purpose, and it's my two favourite people from old English/French stories. They're quite well-known, and listed in with those "classic" types. Come one.. SOMEONE should know!
Thank you to SailorHecate, again for beta-ing this for me.
Chapter 1:
Fever and Near Death
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There was a point at which Dorian was ready to run down to the infirmary with the poor boy. But it was at that very point that he got better. His fever was still raging, he was still gasping for breath, but he was awake now.
"Calm now, my dear lord… calm down. Please. For me, dear lord," Dorian hissed slowly into Tom's ear, attempting to soothe him, running his hands through his hair and against his chest.
"Dorian… no… Salazar," Tom uttered, gazing hazily up at the other. "What's happening to me, Salazar?" He reached up to touch his great ancestor.
The elder grasped the hand and held it to his chest, caressing it gently. "It'll be fine, I'm sure of it… it's just your soul getting used to your body again. You might be aging a bit in the process - like I will do in time." His silky voice let out a purr-like chuckle. "Our old souls have to find a common ground with our young bodies. I'll have a harder time, if that helps you feel any better."
Tom panted, filling the silence with them. Screwing his eyes shut, the Dark Lord whimpered, his fever worsening. He felt like he was about to die!
"Must it hurt so?"
"I'm afraid so," Dorian grimaced, pulling a bit closer to the other. "You'll get through this, I'm sure of it."
"How sure? If I die or something like that, I'll come back and haunt you for doing this to me!" Tom managed, shifting a little, kicking off the silver and green bed covers.
The fan in the room was going at high speed, but it wasn't enough circulation to chill the room any bit at all. In fact, it might have made it worse being on. At least it wasn't too awfully stuffy, or Dorian would have taken the younger boy to the Medical Ward immediately.
"I'm sure enough to not worry about you coming back to haunt me. After all, if you 'died' you'd probably just end up as a dementor or vampire. Don't worry about it!" he waved it off like nothing.
Suddenly, Tom clutched at his own chest, and screamed out into the night.
Was this the end to his rule?
But it had only just begun. He screamed his throat dry, cracking roughly, making it known that he'd just lost the use of his throat temporarily. Yet he still screamed, albeit silently now.
This was nothing like he'd ever felt before - not even getting ripped from his own body was this painful!
When it became too much for him, the Dark Lord fell silent, and his mind and body began to shut down, his eyelids drooping shut, as he let out one final breath.
It was a night to remember. And Dorian Snape - or should I say Salazar Slytherin - was going to remember for the rest of his life:
The night that the Great Lord Voldemort met his fall for good. His Horcruxes had been destroyed all of them without his knowledge.
Dorian's mission was a success.
To Be Continued….
