Nervousness is a new emotion for you to feel. You think back to all the dreams you've had before and never before do you think that any one dream has made you feel this way before. You stare straight ahead and staring straight back at you is an endless black chasm. You're also falling. You remember before how whenever you fell it was a conscious decision, but this time it wasn't. You were just there, suddenly, in the midst of the void --the wind rushing past your face, your eyes stinging from the effort.
Your mind is racing. What if you fall forever? Would forever be too much? A smile pulls at the corner of your mouth. Forever wasn't really too much. That swooning, gut twisting sensation from before is still present, but it begins to fade as you realize what the dream symbolizes.
Just as your mind comes to that conclusion, the void before you spirals and is suddenly alight with the golden dust that permeates your ever waking vision. The ground is looming now. And just before you crash into it, you're full on smiling all thoughts of nervousness are gone. You wake up.
Moonlight surrounds you. The hangings on your bed are open, and you can hear the dull roar of a snore coming from the bed next to you.
There's tightness in your face, and as you fall back into your bed and pull your hangings to, you're again smiling. Things truly are great.
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Harry sat at the breakfast table that morning, conducting battle with his foods as his housemates watched him. It had only been an hour since he'd taken his first wafer. Already, as he sat at the breakfast table, he had a sucker in his mouth. No one seemed to notice in the midst of the food battle that he was conducting that he hadn't ate a single bit of food.
Luna had walked over and given him his cloak back that he'd been working on. She'd taken a rabbit from the rabbit pocket, and it was riding on his shoulder. As she passed by Colin visibly flinched at seeing it sitting on her shoulder chewing on her hair.
A loud screech distracted everyone from the battle as the morning post arrived. Harry, not expecting anything kept the battle going. Luna had joined in as she was prone to doing, so he was mildly surprised when Hedwig came flying in before him, laying waste to his entire front line.
Attached to her leg was a letter that Harry gave little thought to as he put it into his cloak. Luna had just mentioned that they should go talk to the Nargles, and even though Harry had potions class soon, he couldn't help but not caring.
Just as everyone was getting over the excitement of receiving owl post, Harry stood up abruptly from his battle between the sausages and the pancakes. He felt like flying.
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Falling would have been a better term to call what Harry felt like doing. Every day since he'd started dreaming of the void, and every day since he'd woken up on the school lawn, having been struck with that moment of clarity, he couldn't help but think that those two things had something in common.
In the air, currently was where Harry Potter was. There were security charms on the brooms that the school owned that didn't allow students to go over a certain height up in the air, but having owned his own broom since his first year at Hogwarts, Harry had no such worry.
Up, high in the sky where the air was very thin and his breath frosted in the air, Harry let go of his broom and started to free fall. The sensations stimulating his brain were a million and one. That quiet static that always filled his ears when nothing was happening was gone, replaced by the loud roar of the air as he fell through it.
It was amazing. It was terrifying, it was everything that he ever imagined, and so much more. The tears that came to his eyes were not because of any emotion, but because of the wind that rushed past him. His back was still towards the ground and he could see his broom above him, falling slower than he was.
Quickly he turned around and faced the ground. It was like every dream he had up until this point. That looming feeling like he was about to achieve something great. Like he was about to become one with the air and turn into the golden dust that flew around him.
It was magnificent. There was no Hermione or Ron to come scream at him now, no one knew that he was even out here, besides Luna, and it wasn't like she would care. Hell, she probably would have wanted to join him.
Again, just like he'd done before, he quietly summoned his broom to him, letting its magic take ahold of him and pull him out of free fall. He was just above the quidditch rings, and in the stands he could see a lone blond haired girl watching him.
Quickly he zoomed over to her, and landed beside her in the stands.
He shared a quick smile and a peck on the cheek with her before sitting down beside her in silence. There was nothing about spending time with Luna that required words. Everyone wanted him to speak, as if he was supposed to have great words of wisdom falling out of him mouth. Harry didn't feel like any kind of sage.
He pulled the now open letter out of his pocket and handed it to Luna.
"I have to kill Snape," he said simply as Luna took the letter from his hand and read it. Her short reply of "I know" was all he got. Together they got up and walked down the stairs of the stands heading back to Hogwarts. Laying on the bleachers was the letter, and in it, read the words:
Kill Snape.
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Harry worked quickly and methodically while Luna watched him. He'd done this process a million times before. To make the wafers he needed to break the morning glory seeds up into a solution and separate out the chemical. Then, it was a simple matter of adding a binding agent in that caused the separated chemical to turn into a thin, hard waxy material.
This time, however, he wouldn't be creating Heavenly Blue. He would be making a Horrible Death as he called it. There existed a Japanese strand of Morning Glory, being the most potent out of all of the different strains that Harry had researched. The only drawback of using them was that you got hallucinogenic poison.
Snapes death wouldn't be quick, Harry had decided. It would be long, it would be painful, and it would be terrifying. Having reached the final stage of the process, he called Dobby to him.
"Dobby, I want you to put this into anything that Professor Snape eats, drinks, or comes close to remotely consuming." Dobby never thinking that Harry would be attempting to do harm to a professor at the school did so willingly. It was one of his most faultless qualities, that of asking no questions, and Harry thanked him for it.
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At dinner that night, no one noticed how oddly Snape was acting. Harry was too busy entertaining himself with food fights to even notice if his plan was succeeding. He didn't have to worry though, because Dobby had did a thorough job of what he had been asked.
Luna had wandered over to his table as she had been prone to doing the past couple of nights at dinner. The other females sent her heated glares as they all knew where she was going. When she reached the table, Harry removed himself from the rest of the Gryffindors, and together they both made their way outside. They had a conversation with the Nargles that they weren't planning on missing.
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Harry and Luna spent the night dancing under the moon as Snape lay dying in his private chambers. The next morning he was found, foam at the corners of his mouth, and a box of unused beazors beside him. No one knew who killed him, or what killed him
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Snape was consumed with a psychotic paranoia that he had never felt before. He had drank many of his own potions before, and he knew their varied effects, but the feeling churning in his gut right now wasn't something that he could compare to anything that he'd ever felt before.
His hair felt like it was falling out, and the walls around him seemed to constrict his every movement. He'd started off with grading some papers from the "dunderheads" as he called the student body of Hogwarts, when suddenly, he saw him.
Potter was standing there in front of him. Before Snape could ask him what he was doing in his personal chambers, Potter started to speak.
"You can feel it, can't you professor?"
"Just what are you talking about Potter? "said Snape snidely as subconsciously rubbed at his stomach." Harry spoke again, "You know what I'm talking about-- That trickling in the back of your throat, that churning in your stomach, the undeniable thought that your skin is on fire."
And Snape did feel it. He couldn't help it. It had started shortly after dinner, and it continued to get worse as he was grading papers. Having Potter describe it to him only cemented the feelings that he'd been putting off for the past half-hour.
"What have you done to me Potter?" said Snape, the beginnings of a panic clawing at the edge of his calm. "Only this, Professor," said Harry with a snap of his fingers.
With that snap, all of the feelings that Snape had been feeling turned into high gear. His vision grew dark and white around the edges as he started frantically searching for a beazor. His store cupboard was messes with all of his precious ingredients thrown everywhere.
Snape could see Potter still, now sitting in his chair behind the desk, his fingers steeped, mocking him. The beazors that he had been searching frantically for were sitting on the desk in front of him.
"Looking for these, Professor?"
Snape lurched forward, his legs not working like they were supposed to, grasping for the stones sitting on the desk. Potter leaned forward, staring and watching Snape reach for them, and pulling them just out of the struggling man's grasp.
Spluttering, Snape cursed at Harry, "You'll pay for this Potter. I'll have the headmaster expel you, and put up on charges of attempted murder." As he said that, a cheshire smile broke out on Harry's face.
"Ah professor, but that's where you're wrong. You see… I'm not even here right now. " And with that statement, the Harry Potter that had been sitting in the desk taunting Snape turned into a big golden cloud and vanished.
Snape stared at the empty seat in horror before he was consumed with a awe inducing feeling. It was like the euphoria he got when he took a life, it was like the first time he ever had sex, and it was like the worst point in his life when the Dark Lord took Lily Potter away from him.
Struck dumb, he fell backwards, falling into a deep void with no return. Foam flecked with blood stood out around the sharp contrast of the rigor on his mouth. A gruesome smile stuck on his face.
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News spread of Snapes death over the next couple weeks at school. Many people who had fears of the man's death being an inside job had spoken out, but no one could prove who had done it. Harry Potter sat at the breakfast table that morning with his shades drawn while he flew sausage planes around his head and watched as Luna tried to shoot them out of the air with anti-aircraft hash brown rounds.
Hermione and Ron watched with abject disgust on their face, not understanding how the two of them could act like such fools during such a serious time. The Professors were absent from the head table this morning as they conducted their own internal investigation.
Hermione finally having enough, pulled out her wand and called an end to Harry and Luna's game.
"Harry! How can you sit and play like this when a Professor is dead. You should be more serious." Harry frowned a little at his battle being interrupted. "But Hermione, I am serious. Luna was winning. "
Ron let out a strangled snicker as he watched Hermione's face turn red. She opened her mouth like she was about to berate Harry, but instead closed her mouth before shortly opening it again. "Harry, I know that you're just covering your fears through whatever it is you're doing." She said with an undertone of sympathy. "But you can't just cover up the death of a professor like you're doing with Sirius. This is a serious—"
Abruptly, Harry stood. "You're right Hermione, this is a serious issue, and I'm not going to rest until I find out who killed that greasy windbag if it's the last thing I do." With that, he walked over to Neville, and patted him on the shoulder, whispering cryptically, loud enough for everyone around them to hear.
"Great job, Neville, no one else will know it was you. It will be our little secret." With a short wink and shooting him the gun, Harry walked out the Great Hall doors.
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Fang followed behind Luna and Harry as they both moved at a sedate pace along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The two of them moved with each other with the practice of experienced dancers. There was no reason for words between the two of them, because deep down they were both connected. The world was theirs, and it was only time that would allow them to take advantage of all of it.
Harry moved Luna into a small dance in a clearing at the edge of the forest. A sliver of moon hung in the sky, and starlight shined down on the two of them. To Harry's eyes, now uncovered from his sunglasses, the world was beautiful. The woman in front of him was beautiful. Her pale skin captured the ephemeral beauty of the world that he now viewed through rose tinted sunglasses.
Leaning forward he whispered something in her ear; "Do you want to see the world as I do?" Luna laughs and nods her head. Quickly, Harry pulls out his wand and aims it at the sky. There is no spoken word for the magic that he makes, as the sky is lit up with the swirling beauty of a million golden dust particles in the sky.
Like curtains they hang, permeating everything around them, the trees, the grass, and their bodies. In the middle of it all stands Harry, wrapped up in the magic of the moment. He is a conductor of a silent orchestra of light pulsing in time with the beat of the Earth.
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Unknown to the two teens, sitting in a high tower of Hogwarts, Dumbledore watches the scene before him. He's consumed with the idea that Harry is embracing his power, and that soon he will be ready to face Voldemort. The underlying thought in his mind that the power of Harry's love will be enough to vanquish to heartless soul of Voldemort.
