Hello everyone! I Just want to apologize for this year not putting in another chapter for this series. So to make it easier for me I'm going to try my very best to keep up with my stories since I'm now on Summer Vacation from college. I will stop putting people's names up for the time being since I need to go hunt for those names in my Fanfiction files in my email. I will probably acknowledge you new or old followers. I hope you accept my apology and here is the new chapter of the series "Dreams are Only Dreams"
Harry did not know what was worse; being lonely or bored? So far, bored was winning by far. It has been little over a week and a half since he came to live with Snape. They don't talk much, except about homework; and he was practically done with all of them. Reading potion books was not in his interest either, he needed to open his mind to some fantasy stories. He checked everywhere in that study and there was none to be found. Bad enough there was no Televisions in the house to watch some Muggle news or a bit of political arguments about something so stupid. His favorite scientific book he had, held no appeal to him either. This boredom drove him mad.
What does Snape do for fun? Maybe an intellectual conversation with his professor will help, but then again, his professor might not be interested in conversing with a child turning thirteen. Who would, other than Muggle school teachers and counselors?
"Potter, can you come down for a minute?"
Harry walked out of his room, and carefully walked down the stairs where Snape was waiting for him. "Sir?"
"Remember we have yoga to do?"
Harry's eyes brighten a bit. "Great! I was actually dying of boredom upstairs!"
"I thought you liked reading?"
"Well, I like reading things that grab my interest, and you know I'm still a child who need to spread my creativity," Harry said. "You have nothing in the study that actually grabs my growing mind."
"You need to read those potion books, you need the guide? And I swore I gave you my used ones," Snape said, eyebrow arching up.
"I read through them and they are in the safety of my luggage," Harry said with a small smile. "You're acting as if I'm Ron. I don't lose or mistreat books."
"Just get change into more comfortable attire," Snape said. Harry then realized that Snape was wearing a black T-shirt and matching yoga pants, he wore converses that were also black. "What are you staring at, Potter?"
"I would of never guessed you would be the type to wear converses," Harry said. "For a guy who lives the old wizard life, you have some Muggle things, huh?"
"We are living in a Muggle community you know?" Snape said. "And converses were out before you were even born, these are not new. I just kept them in good condition."
Harry nodded as he head up the stairs to change into something comfortable. "How long are we doing this for?"
"How ever long it takes for you to learn to relax your mind and body," Snape said with a smirk. "For you, it might take centuries."
Harry was now upside down, holding his small body weight, breathing in and out; feeling very dizzy. Snape on the other hand was perfectly calm and relax, as if this was not even bothering him a bit. Harry was a bit shaky, it was getting harder to relax himself as they were going through different positions in the yoga process. Snape is probably right, it might take me centuries to get this right. Harry couldn't hold himself much longer and collapsed onto his back, "Ow!" Harry got up slowly, his entire body was sore, his head was hurting like crazy. How the bloody hell can Snape do this?
"Didn't I instruct you to relax both mind and body, Mr. Potter?" Snape said, his eyes shut, his body still relaxed.
"I tried," Harry retorted. "You are acting like I should be use to this. I told you, I never done yoga before."
Snape gave a long sigh and carefully stood upright. Not one sweat or stress lines were on the man, he was perfectly relaxed, more like calm. "I kind of expect you to be able to hold your body a little longer, since you are smaller. I guess you need a bit more practice, or at least a guide."
Harry groaned and laid on his back in aggravation. "How come it's easy for you? I thought the saying goes: the younger you are, the more flexible you are?"
"It only goes to those who were use to it because their bodies had practice," Snape said. "You will get use to it in no time, it just takes practice. LIke it takes practice to fly brooms."
"But, I never knew how to fly a broom until I entered Hogwarts," Harry said. "And yet I became the youngest Seeker of the century and it was all because Malfoy threw Neville's Remembrall that got me into that position."
"But, you have to practice for every game, to get better every time you play," Snape shot back, with a smile. He tossed Harry a cold water bottle. "You are not going to learn everything over night, not everyone can do everything."
"Other than potions and yoga, what else are you good at?"
"You'll be surprise, but I'm rather good with soccer," Snape said. "I never was fond of flying, but I love playing Muggle sports."
"Lucky you," Harry said. "My talent is getting into or finding trouble."
Snape shook his head while rolling his eyes. "Do you have another talent?"
"Nope," Harry said. "If Parseltongue is a talent, then that one is too."
"That's a gift that most young Slytherin wizards wish to have," Snape said. "And I do understand Parseltongue."
"Then… you heard the Baslick talking in the walls last year?"
"No, because I wasn't born with the gift," Snape said. "I only learn to speak it, thanks to the Dark Lord."
Harry's eyes bulged out. "You worked for the Dark Lord?!"
Snape showed his right arm to Harry as there was a light outline of a tattoo. It had a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth. "Everyone joined him was marked. We are called Death Eaters, this mark is used if we need to call to the Dark Lord or if he wishes us to be summon. Obviously, no one dared to summon him."
"Why not?"
Snape sighed. "Potter, even the Death Eaters feared him. I still fear him to this very day, and I know one day he shall make his return."
"What will you do if… if he does return?" Harry asked very unsured. He never trusted the man, but now he was beginning to get interested in this man who tormented him since the beginning. Would he ever trust anyone but himself.
"I will have to return to him," Snape said with no emotions. "I'm a spy for Dumbledore after all."
"Or you could be a spy for the Dark Lord," after a moment, Harry realized what he said. "Oh! I'm-I'm so sorry sir! I didn't mean to say that!"
Snape waved it off. "I'm not offended. I get that a lot, especially from people who were on the Light Side during the first war. Accuse all you want, but I know what my place in the war is."
"Do I even have a choice in the war?" Harry asked. He sounded annoyed. "It isn't my old war, yet I'm dragged into it either way. Everyone expects so much from me, that sometimes I wonder what would happen if I… disappeared?"
Snape looked at him shocked. "Well, I don't blame you for thinking about it. But, you obviously belong to the Light Side."
"What if I don't want to be on no side? What if I want to disappear and let everyone else deal with something I want nothing part of? Maybe it will teach them about being dependent on a child or a stranger they act like they know."
Snape thought about it for a moment, he was considering what Harry stated. "Mr. Potter, not everyone gets a choice. Technically, wherever you go, you'll always be involved and will be the enemy of the Dark. Life isn't going to be fair, nor will either sides in the war. You have to understand, everyone is selfish, that doesn't mean to try and stand up to their level of selfishness."
Harry looked at Snape with a smile. "Why do you think I have been tolerating the Wizarding World and the Light Side? I'm only making choices based off on what everyone thinks a hero should be. And then, hopefully, one day I'll pop out my true colors. Even my friends will probably abandon me for it, but I don't care. Never cared about the lot of them."
"You never cared for you two friends?"
"Why should I?" Harry asked as he stared at the ceiling. "Why care about people when one will continue to see me nothing more than a hero? The only person I care about the most would be Hermione. Not even Ginny will be able to to surpass Hermione, because Hermione is my sister by friendship and will be my only close companion I need. Everyone else, just like how they use me, are just pawns on my chess table."
"You almost sound like the Dark Lord," Snape said, a little scared after Harry's confession. "I'm surprised you haven't even gone dark yet. Just the way you talk, you sound like you should of been the Dark Lord's son."
"But I'm not," Harry said with a weak smile. "I'm not the Heir of Slytherin, the Dark Lord, or the Boy-Who-Lived; I'm just Harry. A boy who can never have a normal life, who always has to fight in order to live… it sucks, yet I hardly complain about it."
Snape smirked. "I'm surprised Potter, you opened up to me quite nicely about how you feel."
"The thing is, sir, I have no feelings. If I did, I would be concern about this war, about the Muggle race… yet, deep down I just don't care. I only care about living. My magic controls everything: emotions, how I think, what I learn, etc. If I have any true feelings sir, it's fear."
Snape faced Harry for a moment. "What do you fear?"
Harry gave a smile, a smile that has no emotions in them. "Myself."
