Although the place just now, this stuff was written for the birthday of Severus, January 9. Why not matter if JK wrote the seventh book for the sole purpose of frustrating, the Snarry never dies! At best, it is lurking behind the veil ... = D
NOTE: The characters are not mine, if they were half of the pairing would not be beyond the veil and the other half would not the founder of her fan club (!?!). The fanfic can be read as a stand-alone, but will soon have a following, "... but sleep was not " which will slash. In the meantime be warned: this part is kinda sad: (
Maybe it was a dream ...
At the sound of Wake, Harry sat up in bed, realizing with a start that was all a dream.
Staring without seeing the door of his room, the boy brought to mind what he had just seen .. . was not the first time that his dreams led him into strange places, showing brief moments of life people now dead. Since he had held in his hands the relics, the boundary between reality and what was beyond the veil had become increasingly thin, indistinct. Initially, he thought that it was a passing thing, and tried in every way to exploit that weak transition that still bound him to so many people who loved and who had died during the war ... but the bond was not broken, and Harry had recently started to become engulfed in fear, trapped between two worlds, unable to belong to anyone. It was also why in recent weeks, the Hero of Hogwarts as they had started to call him, had tried to break contact with whoever was behind the veil: Sirius, Remus, his parents ... when his efforts were not enough had been using the distillate of Living Death. And the dreams had begun.
At first he thought they were just memories ... perhaps he had seen these events in Dumbledore's Pensieve, or perhaps in the minds of Snape, in the few lessons Occlumency in which he had managed to penetrate the defenses of the spy, or in those terrible minutes in the Shrieking Shack. He began to have doubts when, for three nights he had dreamed of nothing but scraps of the life of his professor of potions, and the fact that the quantity of aconite in this potion that would have used had to stop him from dreaming the shock even more. And tonight ... tonight was confirm that he had been afraid to have. While Harry was around on tiptoe in his own dream, silently observing what appeared to be a birthday party in the staff room at Hogwarts, Snape had turned, looking away from the principal's gift was holding out, and going had spoken:
"who came to greet me, Potter? What do I owe this honor? "
" I ... I ... "was the first time that someone other than the Velo saw him without wanting to be himself. What was happening?
"Eloquent as ever, I see."
"What ... this? "was the only question that Harry was able to formulate, by opening their hands to indicate the room and people around them.
"Nothing," said Snape, and something died in her eyes. "None."
With a fluid motion of the hand the teacher, everything around them faded, leaving only two of them, immersed in a non-light shiver. It was never like that when he spoke with his parents and with others.
"It's not your dream, this time. Have you ever attracted to you, Merlin only knows how. But this is not your mind, Potter, although I do not understand how you got there. "
Puzzled by the fact that Snape had replied to a question that he had not given a voice, Harry could not help but set his companion, wondering what had happened.
"In my ... I do not know what to call it, I admit. For those who believe, I suppose this can be called my soul. You are inside me, and let me clarify that I did not invite you to. "
Feeling ashamed, Harry prayed that it was just a feeling, but an expression of amused Snape rose immediately rug out from under the feet of his hopes.
'underwear, eh? "
Harry was confused, and Snape had to warn him, because cocked his head to one side as if to hear a whisper, and nothing around them disappeared, leaving them sitting in the front row of benches Potions classroom. A tingling and wrapped it, and only feel the silence around him made him realize that until then had been surrounded by a deep and continuous buzz.
"What was that noise?"
After a moment's reflection, Snape seemed to understand what he meant.
"Probably my thoughts. I realize you're not used to the basic processes of the mind and running.
" And now? Why the silence? "
" Oh, believe me, Potter, "laughed the professor," I have not stopped to think only in your best interest. I'm just trying to make sure that our minds remain as separate as possible. "
that brought Harry to his concern Original
"How did I get here? How do I go? "
" I have no idea. "Snape said, tilting her head until her face was not almost entirely hidden by the hair that fell before my eyes. "It's the first time ... I see something like that. "
Harry had the strong feeling that those were not the words that Snape had in mind when he started the sentence, but what he wanted most was to find out how to leave .
"Dumbledore Dumbledore ... for sure will tell me something."
"But not here, and you can not get there without leaving."
"Then I'll wait to return." It was not the ideal solution, but it was the only one I could think of.
"Potter ..." Snape's voice seemed tired, almost at the breaking point. "Albus was never here, and I do not think there will be ever. Since I ... dead ... are the first to be, pardon the pun, 'living' I see. "
" Ma .. but ... before? Albus was giving you something ... I've seen! "
Without lifting his eyes, Snape covered his face with one hand. "Projections, Potter. Nothing more than a fantasy. I do not know whether it is the same for everyone, although I am inclined to believe, but I assure you that there is no one here but me. And you, apparently. "
"Ma .. why? "
" Why not just guess? To not completely crazy. Until they find a way of disappearing completely, I want my mind remains as lucid as possible. Who knows, maybe this is a sign of madness. Concentrating, I can feel in some way the flow of time here, I guess. It seems that I know still talk, at least, and that's something. "
Harry was terrified. He was imprisoned in the mind of a dead man, perhaps mad, and knew not why no way out.
"Snape! You have to get me out of here! "
Finally his ex-professor turned to stare into his eyes, the expression of someone who has just received a slap.
"I would, I would if I knew how. Do not earthen trapped here, even if my sanity depended entirely by your presence. Not after all that cost me keep you alive. "
These words had a strange effect on Harry: the terrorized one hand.
"What day is ... really? "
" Today ... well, I guess it's still the day when I went to sleep ... If so is January 10. "
Nodding, Snape did appear out of thin package he had received from the beginning of Albus 'dream'.
"Then this I should imagine it yesterday."
Seeing Snape reverently unwrapped the mismatched pair of socks that were the result only of his imagination, Harry remembered all his birthdays from the Dursleys, and thought that this was still sadder.
Resting one hand on my shoulder lean man, he hoped that Snape is not angry with him.
"Happy birthday, sir."
The answer, if there was, did not hear, the only sound was that of his alarm clock.
No, it was not a dream. Merlin, what's happening to me?
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