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Dreaming, at anytime, was unusual for Severus Snape and when he did, they were dark, filled with memories, angry and hateful. That was why he looked at the scene around in him in somewhere between awe and shock.
To his right were Black and Potter, both screaming in agony as their bones burned to dust, to his left that old fool sat in chains like the proverbial ones he'd placed on so many, Severus included. And at his feet lay the head of the dark lord.
A soft sweet voice ahead of him, he stepped forward out of the darkness and into the plethora of color. The voice continued, intriguing Severus, calling out to him. The colors started to change, getting lighter and softer. And then there, the source of that sweet beautiful music...
Facing away, someone turned to him. Bright eyes shining and watching at him, calling his name again. Severus could help it going to him like a lost puppy. The pastels around him seemed to brighten as he got closer. Thin arms were wrapped around something. moving it away from his body, the singing stopped instantly, replaced with screaming, horrible high pitched crying.
And Severus was pulled back. He shouted out to Harry, who watched sadly, the baby in his arms, as Severus was forced further and further away until he fell, still shouting for Harry to help him..
When he woke the next morning, he blinked and looked around at the blurred environment. The sunlight was shining and he had to think for a moment before remembering what he had done and where he was. His head snapped down to the weight on his lap and sure enough it was there. The boy's offspring. It only got worse as Severus realized he was on he edge of the forbidden forest.
Finally realizing what he had done, Severus groaned. What had gotten into him? Why had he just risked his whole life for one of what he despised most? Not only was it a child, it was a Potter. It was still asleep and he stood up, knowing he'd need to take care of its needs soon. He started on his trip to Hogsmeade.
He'd had to actually be nice to them because they'd given him food and a change for the baby. The very thought made him nauseous. He looked to his left, wondering where to start.
Potter, in most ways, was predictable, as were his actions, and Severus knew if he'd go anywhere, it'd be Hogsmeade. The only thing now was to find out where, give him the child and go into hiding. The old fool would know that he'd taken the child, as would The Dark Lord, who was already making plans similar to Dumbledore. Severus had no choice but to tell him three months ago or risk being a test for a new torture curse.
If he had any hope of surviving this war, neither could find him...
Severus sank down onto a bench two days later, genuinely stumped.
Nobody around had seen a boy of Potter's description and Severus started to wonder if it wasn't only the students who had been charmed not to notice him. He was just starting to wonder if Potter maybe wasn't as predictable as previously thought when the woman next to him on the bench turned to him.
"I've been watching you... Maybe I can help..."
The storm the previous night had been hard and as Tatania Wilkinson went out side, dressed in her wellies and thick jacket to keep out the bitter early-morning chill in the air, she hoped it hadn't damaged in her plants. The air smelled of rain and she smiled, moving through her small but colourful garden.
She stopped. Something was off. She was never the prettiest or the smartest woman, but she had an oddity about her. Her mother had called it her 'curse' and refused to talk off it, while her late husband, bless his soul, had taken rather the opposite view and encouraged her to tell him what she saw, laughed and called it her 'third eye',. It had saved them pain and misfortune many times.
What her third eye missed was him falling down the stairs after a massive heart attack. It had been nearly twenty years.
She sighed and her eyes travelled around her garden, even though she knew what to look for. True enough, behind her shrubs and under the big oak tree near the edge of her property, it was there.
It was raining again. She watched the kitchen window. Ten minutes ago, she had brought the boy some dinner and tea, more out of habit than anything else. She knew he would touch it. She took a sip of her own tea.. She'd left the back door unlooked. She waited. She listened. Two minutes later it slammed shut and she heard the splashes of the puddles outside. She sighed again. She'd hoped she was wrong. She wasn't.
He paused and the woman watched him. His brain was still registering the information when she spoke again.
"He went north."
Potter was lucky he wasn't there or Severus might have kicked his head in. Well, if he'd been there, Severus wouldn't have gone up the stupid mountain in the first place.
Losing his cool for a moment, he screamed in frustration and kicked the nearest rock hard. The child in his arms, irritated by being jostled and held all day, started to cry and he looked at it, regaining his composure, or as much as he could muster in his current state.
He stopped for a minute, putting it on his his shoulder and rubbing its little back. It hiccuped a few times and stopped. It was much easier than he thought, easy to satisfy. He barely resisted comparing it to Potter. He looked around. It was getting darker by the minute and while his need for a hot bath could wait, he knew the infant would need a change soon.
Resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn't make it back to the hotel that night in time, he was guided only by memory to the nearest building. The shrieking shack.
He moved forward. As he stepped through the broken barrier, the hairs on the back of his neck tingled and he cast 'lumos' on his wand. It lit up. The child made a noise. He ignored it and went deeper into the ruined building.
Someone had been in here recently, there was fresh blood on the floor and a path where the dust was gone, as if something had been dragged. It stopped at the bed.
His stomach jumped again. In the dim light, he could faintly see a pile of clothing on the bed. He recognized it instantly and spun around to see if Harry was behind him. He wasn't but it had managed to startle the child. He patted its back softly and it quieted again. He turned back to the material and, shifting the baby, lifted it up.
Something clattered to the floor.
If he was anything else, not a Slytherin, maybe not a Death Eater, Severus would have given a long-suffering sigh. Potter had left both robes and wand behind and there was a faint tingle of apperation magic (how did he manage that when his magic wasn't functioning? He had given birth less than a week ago.) in the air. That could only mean one thing.
Harry had truly left the Wizarding world behind...
The winds of change are upon me/us/you/whatever...
In case you didn't hear, I have posted a new 'story' called Cendrillon, which isn't really a stor but a bunch of my drabbles from past and present. There will be quite a few Snarry, the first being posted about a half hour ago called 'always'.
I'm making it my goal to post a drabble everyday for the next year :D
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