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Watery
Night

Ron and Hermione
were the only ones left in the library.� It had been more than four hours now,
and Ron was seriously getting sleepy and annoyed.� Nevertheless, he forced
himself to stay focused on what she was telling him. Hardly believing how she
could still be so passionate about the subject, he decided to interrupt her in
her rant.

�Look Hermione,
I know you want to be sure that we will brew this potion, but I think you are
forgetting something.� We are in our second year at Hogwarts and there is still time until the end of my scholarship, which gives me another five years.� We could come back later to
look this up. Please?�

The stare he
received clearly indicated her disapproval.�

�Ron, try to
remember that I am helping you right now.� You know that I am doing this merely
because I feel somewhat responsible.� I was lucky enough to get an access to
the Restricted Section for the second time this year.� Who can tell when this
will happen again?� You know we normally should wait until our fifth year.� Let
us not waste the little time we have. Until now, nobody has ever completed this
potion, so the information given might be inexact or misleading.� I�m trying to
find any hints that could help us.� She sighed deeply and got back to the matter
at hand.

�Good.� Here it
is.� It gives specific details about the ingredients and their locations.� We
already know the four different places where we should be able to find them.�
Now if I could just find the countries� names. Still, even if I find what we
are looking for, there is the problem of who will get those for us. I could ask
my parents, but�what about you?�

As a response,
Ron lifted his shoulders. �Well, maybe mine could do it.� I mean, they can use
the Apparatus spell and they have magical protection in case something bad
happens.� The only thing is I will have to let them know about my mistake.� Mum�s
going to kill me�

�Look Ron, this
might be our only chance.� Just focus your mind on Professor Snape�s face when you
will present him with the potion.� That alone, will make up for any hard labor
endured during this long process.�

She had hit the
spot.� His laughter echoed in the library but stopped abruptly by Madame Pince�s
killing glare.

Lowering his
voice, he got closer to Hermione. �Yeah, you�re right.� I will let my parents
know.� Thank you Hermione, I�I am sorry about what I said to you that day. I
know you would never put me in such trouble. You�re always here to help me out
and all��

Patting him on
the arm, she simply smiled at him.� Ron�s face went red. God she is cute
when she does that� with her eyes glittering like this. He felt a wave of heat
getting to him, something that he was not at all comfortable with yet.� It must
have shown, because Hermione suddenly shifted in her chair and quickly stuck
her nose back in the book.� Damn.� Why did he
have to blush like that? Last year, he had not been able to think of her without
having a headache.� She would come and talk about studies repeatedly.� What was
different? They were much closer friends now, especially after all that
occurred in the end of their first year.� She had shown deep concern towards
him and that made him feel important, worthy of her attention.� Regardless of that,
it seemed so confusing to him.�

�Ron? Are you
listening to what I�m saying?�

His head
straightened right up. �Euhm, sorry Hermione, it�s just that I am getting
sleepy.�

�Bear with me
just a bit longer.� Here it says it all.� The Old Root is located in these
different places: Egypt, Himalaya, Japan and Austria.�

Ron jumped at
her words. �Wait a moment? Did you say Egypt?� That is where my parents always wanted to go�we are planning this
for next summer�s vacation.� That is if we can collect the�I mean� forget about
that.� He felt ashamed of his family situation, and bringing it out like that was
not helping.

Hermione ignored
his last statement on purpose to avoid embarrassing him further

�That�s great
Ron.� So finding the root will be easier after all. Next, we need: grinded batwings,
purified water, body samples of five powerful magical beings, Veritaserum,
gold thorn for power restoration, a crystal vial to put the ingredients in,
healing herbs, half of a phoenix feather and the final ingredients are��

�What is it Hermione?
What are they?�

She shook her
head in bewilderment.� What was the meaning of those?

�It says: a Tear
of the Mother and the Wrath of the Father�

�That�s it? Do
not worry; I know my father will be mad enough when I tell him about this mess.
As for my mom, well, I don�t really want to make her cry, but if the need is
there��

�Ron, this won�t
be that simple. Mother and Father are both written with a capital letter, it
must mean something more.� He felt annoyance slowly getting the best of him.

It was time to
plead. �I can�t do any thinking anymore, I�m beat.� At least we got what we
were looking for.� Let�s find out more about all this another time.�

�I understand,
and it really is getting late.� Just a second, I want to try something.� Could
you stand between me and Madam Pince?� �As she spoke, she discreetly took her
wand out and pointed it at the page.� As softly as possible, she murmured the
incantation.� To Ron�s surprise, the words were copying themselves on the
parchment that lay next to her.� �This is cool Hermione, where did you learn
that one?�

�Well, you see,
there is a limit of books that can be taken out of the library at the same time.�
Hermione blushed slightly when admitting once more how much of a bookworm she
was.

�That was when I
found out about this spell. Nevertheless, you cannot copy the entire book; it
would take too much time and would be far too suspicious.� I chose the chapters
that we didn�t have the time to cover.�

Frowning one
last time, she compared the text in book and to her parchment, and she stood
up.

�Ok, it�s done,
we can go�.

*****

It had been four
months since Snape had performed the ritual with the Communium, four months
since Dumbledore entrusted him with the small vial and four months since he had
been forced to drink dreamless potions mostly every night. Even with that
striking evidence, his mind refused to acknowledge the starting point of all
this.�

When Dumbledore had
thanked him once more about the service he had done, he simply nodded and said
it had been nothing much.� He was ready to admit to himself that he had been
having trouble during certain nights, but he could not pinpoint the reason.�

He was now
walking down the hall, eyeing the students in his usual threatening manner,
trying to focus on the problem at hand. However, the only answers he would come
up with were associated with futilities such as the bad weather, the insolent students,
the classes, the stupid Chamber of Secret being re-opened.� Sometime, they
seemed acceptable excuses and they would make him relax, but never for long.�

His mind was telling
him that there would be no need for dreamless draught. Oddly enough, that
thought was easy to accept and put him back to his task.� He took points from a
young Ravenclaw girl who had been unfortunate enough to be passing by him.

*****

The dungeon
corridors were very dark, but it was not a problem for a man who had been
wandering around this place for over ten years.� Unfortunately, when one�s mind
was troubled, the mistakes were easier to make, and so he bumped into a staircase
and found himself on his hands and knees, growling with pain and frustration.�
He shook his head quickly, which blinded him for a moment as his hair fell
smoothly on his face.� With an annoyed movement of hand, he pushed the lock
away and made sure that nobody had witnessed his stupidity.�

It was not like
him at all, losing control and letting frustration get the better of him for so
little.� If this year ended, he would be a happy man.� The matter with the Chamber came back to his mind; to think that
Lockhart had been chosen to solve this mystery.� As if it was not enough, Harry
Potter had to be a Parselmouth. How could he have inherited that particular
gift?

The only logical
reason would be from the clash that happened between the Dark Lord and him when
he was a baby, which also proved that Voldemort was a direct heir of Slytherin.�
The thought left a bitter taste in Snape�s mouth; was it envy? �

Snape closed his
eyes, remembering the low hissing of his last Master,� and
he wanted to learn and communicate with it� He did not
really like snakes all that much, but to be able to share a similar trait with the
great Salazar was simply a matter of pride.

As he came back
to the present time, he was surprised to be standing in front of his private
apartments.� He stepped in, undoing and redoing the many wards and started
undressing.� As usual, there was his dinner ready for him. �The wine looked
tempting to his eyes but his stomach told him otherwise.� He had not been
feeling healthy lately, probably from over usage of that dreamless potion.� Good
thing you will not need any tonight, said his mind satisfyingly.� He
sighed, left the food untouched and went straight to his chamber.� It was past
two in the morning and his body and mind craved for some good rest.

Inhaling three
times as deeply as possible, he slowly lay over his sheets, not taking time to
cover himself. He always fell asleep with his eyes tightly shut, a frown on his
forehead and both hands placed on his chest. No wonder he woke up with a headache
mostly every morning.�

***** Watery
Dream *****

His eyes opened
slowly but shut quickly as a ray of light flashed in front of him.� He
instinctively brought a hand up to shade his eyes. The smell of grass and
flowers was overwhelming.� He bolted right up, looking around frantically.�

Where is this
place? Snape focused his mind on waking up from
this unwanted dream, but failed.

With a deep
sight, he stood up completely and turned on himself, only to face an endless
field stretching on every corner.� He blinked, and when his view came back, the
surroundings had changed.� His legs were half-deep in a lake without borders.

He was about to
shout something out but was interrupted by the sound of a heartbeat. Not only
was it loud and clear, its resonance was palpable enough to strike at him as
hard as a powerful blow, making him bend in two. Taking back his breath and
blinking to keep the sudden tears that crept up, he looked around and saw to
forms.� Their faces were blurred, but their bodies told him that they were both
kids, no older than ten years old.� Their clothing was long and seemed heavy.�
The huge sleeves were endlessly falling on each side of their bodies.� One was
clothed in red while the other harbored the blue. Both of them were floating above
the surface of the lake. �Finally, one of them spoke.

�Why did you bring
him here and who is he?� It was a young boy�s voice not yet in transition,
still holding its beautiful softness.

�I think that he
can help us. He will do what he must.� Snape froze.� He recognized her voice,
the one that belonged to the young girl from his latest dream.� He felt a burst of relief at the recognition.�
He allowed himself to breathe more deeply.

�What if Father
hears about this? You know what will happen don�t you?� The boy was now slowly
descending, putting his small naked feet into the lake.� The wave went on
vibrating forever, sending an enchanting sound and a tiny amount of vapor rose
over the water from where he stood.

�He already
knows.� This man had been trapped during one of our Father�s� power
demonstrations.� Snape could tell that her voice broke for a brief moment.

�Somehow, Father
didn�t notice this human�s presence. I haven�t heard anything from anyone after
this incident.� Her words were everything short to a whisper.�

The boy did not
seem convinced by her explanation. �Even if he is able to help us, how do you
intend to make the use of him?�

She then moved
downwards, following the boy.� Strangely, there was no sound when she got in
the water, as if she had already been in it or more like part of it.

�Actually, we
will be the ones to give him a helping hand.� Nevertheless, when the time comes,
his honor will force him to pay us back. That is his way.�

Getting closer
and closer to the man standing, the boy suddenly stopped and turned to face the
girl.

�I doubt your
words, Dunia.� You could be wrong about him. Honor is a rare thing for those of
his kind, with a life so short and the greed ever so present. Their minds are
weak and easily toyed with.�

�We sometimes
share the same weakness, Jua, you should always remember that.� Dunia reached to
the boy and put a frail snow-white hand on his sleeve. Her slender fingers were
caressing the fabric, smoothing it in a fashion that closely resembled a mother�s
care towards her child.

Snape was
getting furious, as he knew far too well that they were both talking, as if he
was nothing more than a pawn in their little game.� He would rectify this
situation right now.

�I should ask
what it is that you require of me. However, since I could not care less, I will
simply ask you this. Who are you?�

Snape�s low and threatening
voice was not reflecting in the emptiness of this dimension. Nevertheless, it
did serve its purpose, for both silhouettes turned to look at him. They
remained in silence, clearly staring at him, even though their face features
were unseen.

The young boy�s
hand slowly approached Severus.� The girl screamed at that moment,

�No, Jua! Stop!
Don�t��

Her words were cut
off by a low but strong cry of pain coming from their captive. �This time, his
voice was reverberating all around.� In his chamber, the teacher was clutching
his left arm in one hand while the other was frantically searching for his
wand.� He was still fast asleep and his house-elf was not around to register
the scene.

The heat was now
spreading inside Snape�s body consuming everything on its way. His eyes rolled,
and he was convinced to die in the next moment.� Then the loud heartbeat
pounded again.� It brought him back to consciousness.�

He woke up,
drenched.

*****

With only one
thought in his mind, Snape tore his garment apart still under the effect of
adrenaline.� The pain was gone, but his mind and body did not register that
fact just yet.� He was amazed to find his skin intact instead of severely
burned.�

He slowly
strolled his fingers on his lips, his jaw firmly shut, eyes lost in thoughts
and hair sliding on each side of his face.� This time at least, the touch had
not trigger any excitement.� It was as if the boy had been a living torch. �Never
in the last twenty years had he allowed himself to scream out in pain, to let
out his weakness for everyone else to see.� He tried to remember, bringing his
mind back to what was left of his memory. A sound made it stop. What had it
been? His anger flared again.

He should have
given more analysis to the situation, but again, he felt pushed back.� Even
though he was exhausted, he did not go back to sleep.� Instead, he went
straight to his laboratory and started to work on idle problems to help his
mind focus on one thing only.

*****

Later that
same night, a small figure appeared In Dumbledore�s office.� It had been sent
as a reply to his request.� Looking around, it decided to go straight into the
private chambers and leave the response safely into the man�s hands.� Slowly,
not wanting to wake him, the spirit wrapped the fingers around the note. �Then
it disappeared, leaving a trail of glittering stars.

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