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Existing is My Nightmare	By : BleedingStarGoddess Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 5844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Existing is My Nightmare

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: M

Pairings: Severus/Harry

Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling,
various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic
Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No
money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings:
This story will contain situations of torture, extreme violence, relationships of the homosexual and heterosexual
nature, and character mental instability, as well as graphic depictions of gore, this story is AU and does not take place within the Harry Potter
timeline

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Chapter
Two: To Enter the Nightmare

His
body felt pushed through the cracks of a shattered mirror as he entered
Potter's mind.� He was cut and torn and
rendered to pieces as the slivers and veins of the mirror pushed the existence
of Severus' being into all different directions,
trying to make him as fractured and unstable as the boy.

Despite
the pain upon entering his landing was gentle as he became submerged in the darkness.� The darkness was thick, tangible and a
veritable wall of pain that slid over his senses, blinding him and choking
him.� The ringing keening of broken
wailing slammed into his skull made him cover his ears in haste to protect his
mind from further agony.� The cruel
thought of Potter's mind being an empty space ceased in the quickness of a
blink.� He knew that he had to find Potter's dream-self, the image he portrayed in his mind as
he existed in these nightmare, in a flurry.�
Severus knew that whatever terrors plagued
the boy would not be destroyed by a simple spell.

Severus walked around blindly in the darkness,
heading in one direction and decided his best option was just going straight
(or what he assumed to be straight).� His
hands remained covering his ears and he winced as the sound of the cacophony grew
louder and softer alternatively.� He
didn't know where Albus was, or even if the man could
see him or was affected like he was.� The
tortured screams and thick tangible darkness he had to wade through made each
harrowing step more determined to find and fix the problem the brat had found
himself in yet again.

Each
step he took became heavier and harder, his feet sucked into the depths of the
blackness as if he was trudging through mud and it sucked down on the soles of
his shoes.

Forced
to stop for breath, he panted at the sheer exertion this act of walking through
the muck of Potter's mind had caused him.�
He eased the pressure on one of his ears to see if the wailing had
ceased and he heard nothing, not even his own breathing.� A flash of fear went through him at the
thought that he may no longer be breathing at all but he banished it away.� His eyes narrowed and he gritted his
teeth.� He had still found no sign of
Potter, and he wasn't even sure he was heading in the right direction!� He didn't know if he was moving at all!

"POTTER!"
he called out into the silence, his voice not even echoing along the seams of
the darkness.� He idly wondered if
screaming would damage the brat's psyche further, but before he had long to
ponder what the action may have caused, he saw a figure seemingly glowing far
off in the distance.

He
walked towards it, his steps no longer weighed down by the muck and thickness
of the darkness.� Perhaps calling the
boy's name had actually been the trick?�
He reached the body faster than the thought of his next step, almost as
if he had been standing there the whole time and just needed to take one step
forward.

The
body before him glowed, but he soon realized that that was not entirely
true.� The hooded figure was darker,
blacker, and deeper than the enveloping darkness standing out from his
surroundings and so his essence glowed. �That Severus had
even considered the bleak darkness he had just waded through to even be called
that compared to the visage of this creature felt foolish and na�ve.

"Potter?" he asked carefully, wondering if this entity
was a part of the boy's insanity, or worse, the cause of it.

The
creature did not talk as he turned to gaze at him, the deep hood hiding the
features of the small body's countenance.�
The robe it wore was tattered and frayed at the ends, some of it in
ragged strips.

"Hello
Severus," a voice that was the wisp of a dying
man and the scream of a tortured child all at once replied with the calmness of
one who mastered death as Severus himself had
mastered potions.� He winced and nodded
his head.� If this was him this was the
part of Potter and contained power that had made Voldemort
fear him.� This thing needed to be given
the respect it was due.� "Looking
for Harry?" the voice chuckled
and hissed simultaneously.

Severus
examined the creature, if this was the thing causing the nightmares revealing
that he sought out Potter would more likely than not cause it to attack him,
but if it was Potter himself than perhaps it would guide him to the rest of his
being.� He held his tongue, knowing
further knowledge was required.

A deep
chuckle that was created of all things cruel and destructive issued past the
creature's lips and it started to circle Severus.� Beneath the hood he saw ice-blue lips pull
back into a smile as fangs bit into each-other.�
The grin spread wider, splitting the seams of his lips and causing blood
to spill across the dagger teeth.

"You
can't have him Severus," the entity chuckled.� "Harry
belongs to me.� He is mine."

Despite
the creature's answer Severus could not discern if this
was Potter or an entirely different person, in
either case the monster was dangerous.

"And
why is he yours?" he asked in a neutral tone, trying to remain calm as the
grinning beast continued to circle him, those sneering fangs covered in blood.

"I
am grooming him to be so."

Severus kept his lips sealed as a series of deadly
spells ran through his mind to attack the creature with.� This pustule was the cause of all the
problems?� It was the reason he was even
here?�

The
creature cackled and barked, its' laugh the sobs of a thousand dying children.

"Understand
now do we?" it hissed as it continued to circle him like the vulture it
was.� "Now you listen to me Albus and Severus," the
Potions Master's eyes widened at its' knowledge of Albus
being within the confines of Potter's head as well.� He gasped and cursed himself for his ineptitude
as the creature knocked him to the ground.�
His body slammed not onto a solid floor but what felt like broken
glass.� Its' grip tightened around his
throat, digits as frigid as the chill of death.�
Severus couldn't fight, couldn't move a limb
as he tried to arch his body, to curl a finger, to even curse the
creature.� He felt his veins freeze, his
blood harden as his veins became incased in ice.

"Listen
to me Severus
Snape,
and especially you Albus, Harry
belongs to me and my kin now.� You had to
go and neglect your precious little tool.�
You left your Golden Boy to his thoughts and his fears after the deed
was done.� Such common
follies that you fools of flesh mortal men make.� Do you know what the consequence of your
actions are Albus?�
The product, the result, the answer, and culprit all lay within ME!"

Like a vice
the grip tightened and that fanged sneer lengthened with gleeful
maliciousness.� He couldn't struggle but
he wanted to scratch his nails along that mouth, to shatter the red-smeared
teeth with his own hands.� But as he
struggled, or tried to, fear rose in his mind like the fluttering rising
bubbles of air streaming from the mouth of a drowning man.

"Poor
Severus," the creature sneered as the long
claws continued to squeeze.� "You
know nothing you pathetic sack of flesh.�
You're a helpless child, can't even fight back." The fanged smile
never tore away from Severus' gasping face.� "And the best part is Albus can only watch!" the monster's shrill laugh
filled his head even as his ears felt clogged.�
"He cannot save you!� He'll
fail yet again!"

His
vision became hazy; the darkness around him filled his own mind.� It called to him, sought out his soul to
destroy him and fracture him.� The siren
song was a hissed lullaby of death in his ears as the fingers tightened further
and harder around his throat.� Less he
struggled, his body forgetting how as it fell deeper into the darkness.� His breath became shorter and weaker, his
veins frozen.� Severus
was becoming trapped in a frozen lake.�
The gleaming crimson-smeared fangs were the only thing that remained
vivid in his blurred vision.�

"Yes
Severus, yes, time for you to die."

Severus felt his mind start to go dark, felt his
eyes about to close.

"NOOO!"
a voice screamed and echoed across the darkness.

The
monster was flung away, a scream of rage tearing from its' lips as it turned to
face the cause of its' flight.� Severus' eyes
snapped open and instead of the eternity of the dark wall that was Potter's
mind, he winced as the harsh light and stark white of the infirmary seared into
his retinas. �He gasped for air, gulping
it down mouthful after mouthful, feeling the blood rush through his veins as
his heart pounded in his rib-cage, desperate to escape and seek warmth.� Albus was beside
him, gripping his hand as a python did its' prey.� He had a fear in his eyes as he just stared
ahead of him.�

Poppy
was beside them, every wrinkle, every crease in her face prominent as her lips
were pressed in a firm line, her hands ringing the hem of her apron.

"Albus...� Albus I don't like this.�
I don't like this a single whit Albus!" she hissed as she stood in front of them,
handing Severus and Albus
a glass of water.

But the
headmaster ignored her, weary blue eyes with a tinge of fear gazed down at the
corpse-still body of Potter, angry red hand-marks slowly appearing around
Potter's throat.� His skin was pale, his
cheeks shallow, he was a true broken glass.

Severus gulped down the water, wincing at the burn
it caused in his throat but he ignored it as he fought to regain his
voice.� He stared between the headmaster
and the broken visage that he had thought was Potter
but was merely a reflected illusion on a sliver of glass that had once been the
"Golden Boy," seeking answers and gaining none from either.�

The
words of the creature he had encountered slithered through his mind and wrapped
around his thoughts until he mistook them for his own and his eyes narrowed, a
snarl on his lips.

"ALBUS
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON!" his rage reverberated off the walls and
pounded against all of their skulls.�

The
aged wizard closed his eyes, easing his grip on Severus'
hand to clasp his own together.� He moved
them, resting his peeling lips against the wrinkles on his thumbs.

"Call,"
his voice was soft, meek, he cleared it, "Call Minerva," he said
again, the strength he always retained once more returned.� "And the Minister as well...� This is far worse than I feared..."� Albus closed his
eyes, looking old and tired as he opened his eyes to run his wrinkled hand
through Harry's hair.� "I
pray we can stop this in time," he whispered, the words meant for Harry fell upon deaf drowning ears.

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