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The
Last Encounter

One
day!

In only
one day, the students will leave for the summer vacations. The
Weasley girl was safe, the Chamber of Secret destroyed and once
again, Harry Potter was there to save the day.

The
Potions master was making his way to the Great Hall. The expected
House Cup award would start soon. Not that he cared, Dumbledore
apparently chose to support the Gryffindor House and would probably
find some last minute extra points to reward the ‘heroic’
action of his favorite.

Snape
knew that those were trivial thoughts, but it did not eliminate the
fact that this situation was annoying. Taking a deep breath, he
focused on another subject, which had attained a critical aspect; the
purpose of the dreams he experienced this year.

He sorted
his memories to remember when was the starting event of his encounter
with the two kids, Dunia and Jua. To his knowledge, it had begun
sometime around the first month of school. Dumbledore had asked him
to perform a blood ritual.

Blood
ritual, of course!

How did
he manage to forget about the most obvious cause of the whole matter?
He should have considered this possibility from the beginning. Snape
realised how low was his understanding of his situation and that fact
angered him. Again, he focused on the discussions that had taken
place during those nights.

He knew
that a specific task would be asked of him, but when? Tonight, he
would begin an investigation with his hosts. They will answer his
questions, which, until today, had always been evaded or simply
turned down. Patience is the key. He was not skilled when it
came to waiting, but he would have to do his best.

Taking
his seat, he politely made his salutation to his colleagues, and paid
his respect to the Headmaster. The meal appeared on the tables and
the celebration started.

All
students rushed in to fill their plate and enjoy the delicious meal.
Nobody was paying any attention to Snape, allowing him to continue
his analysis.

Back at
the beginning of the year, Dumbledore had instructed him with a small
vial filled with blood. The Headmaster had informed him about the
barrier surrounding the flask, and acting as a protection for the
bearer against corruption of the human soul. If only he knew if the
old man had also met with those two children in his dreams. However,
by asking such question, it would probably put doubts in the old
man’s mind and therefore, force him to take his gift back.
Severus knew by now that this whole plot had gotten the best of him.
He wanted to know if it could end up to his advantage.

There was
power in this vial, power that he might be able to gain and control
for future outcomes.

During
his first ‘chit-chat’ with the two kids, the girl had
mentioned something about helping him first forcing him to pay them
back. What kind of help did he need that could be handled by two
insufferable brats.

At the
last encounter, he learned a bit more about the bond between the boy
and the dreams. Thanks to Dunia, he knew that Jua had been holding
the invisible leash around Snape’s neck, releasing him whenever
his ‘sister’ wanted to. This bonding technique was
intriguing and would be of great use if he could figure out its
functioning.

If he had
not been so easy on the sleeping draught, the matter would have
evolved much faster. Unfortunately, being a teacher at Hogwarts
requested both healthiness of mind and body, especially after the
arrival of the Potter boy. He could not be caught strangling a
student with the excuse of being too tired to refrain himself, though
it did sound appealing.

“Everything
is to your liking Severus?”

The
teacher’s head lifted in surprise. Why was Minerva addressing
him now, of all time, and why did he react like a young idiot being
caught daydreaming?

“Yes
Minerva, everything is to my liking.”

She
raised an eyebrow, clearly showing that she did not believe his
words.

“You
have been quiet lately, more than usual I mean. No problem with your
students I hope?” There was a quick flash of genuine curiosity
and compassion in her eyes, which made him sick. This school’s
teachers were too soft for their own good. If the Dark Lord and his
followers were to return, they would stand no chance against him.

“I
can assure you that my House is filled with pure Slytherins brats;
full of pride, some with judgment, some without, some with talent,
while some others won’t have a chance of ever filling the Halls
of Hogwarts or the Ministry of Magic. Over all, they are just a
group of young foolhardy students.”

“Well,
you have always been a man with high expectations, but we are not
here to produce gruesome warriors. We are here to lead the next
generation into a peaceful and enjoyable era. Let them be kids while
they can.”

“My
childhood ended the moment I was able to stand up on my two feet.
Adults are too soft nowadays” Snape’s replies were
getting bitter at each turn. Annoyed, he took his glass of water and
brought it to his lips, wishing that it would cut this useless
discussion.

“Trust
me Severus, if you have children one day, your perception will
change. I can picture you as a very talented father.”

Snape
chocked on his beverage and gave an outrageous glare at the woman,
who was still watching him, clearly amused.

Damn, he
needed rest. To be taken for a fool was not to his liking, not one
bit.

“If
you’ll excuse me, I have been through a challenging day, with
all those pesky students cheering up for the coming vacation. I
leave you to it Minerva.”

Without
waiting for more folly, he gave her a quick departure bow, rose and
disappeared through the back door.

*****

“Say
Ginny, what will you do during your summer vacation?”

“I
don’t know. My parents are planning a trip, but nothing’s
sure yet.”

“If
you want to visit me you are most welcome. However, you will have to
put up with the Muggle’s way. It is not that bad all together.
We could study and chat until late in the night.”

“Hum!
I’m in as far as the chat is concerned, but isn’t summer
vacation supposed to be all about…vacation?”

“Forget
it Ginny, you’re talking to a walking brain.”

“Careful
Ron”, Harry said without raising his head, but the tone of his
voice was clear enough for his friend to understand his warning.

“Sorry
about that Hermione, but don’t you think you should relax
occasionally? I mean… Alright don’t give me that look.”
Ron sighed in defeat and asked for Harry’s help.

“I
told you to be careful Ron, don’t look at me like that”.

“I
guess it wouldn’t hurt to get prepared for my second year.
Since Hermione has already been through it, I could use her help with
transfiguration, as I already have some issues with grabbing the full
concept.”

Hermione
look truly happy with Ginny’s decision.

“You
can contact me by owl. I hope you can make it.”

Ron tried
to change the subject, as he was quickly feeling ill with hearing
about schoolwork at the end of the year.

“It’s
great that Hagrid is back. It must have been horrible being trap in
Azkaban, even for a short time. Dad told me a bit about the story of
this prison. Apparently, they use foul creatures to torture the
prisoners.”

“Well
I’ll be damned. Ron is actually listening to what dad’s
saying from time to time” shouted Fred.

“Ah
shut up Fred!”

Fred and
George smiled widely and turned to Harry.

“Hey
Harry, what are your plans for the summer? Will you teach tricks to
your cousin Dudley? We could provide you with some great ideas if
you wish”

“Thanks
George, but no. I will do as always, waiting for the summer to end
and think about the joy of being back to Hogwarts”

“It’s
your call Harry. Do not hesitate to send an owl if you want to come
to our house. The Burrow is a cool place to be during summer time”

“I
will think about this, if Vernon ever let me use Hedwig. Thanks for
the offer”

Hagrid’s
voice cut their little chat. “Everyone’s all set?
Alright let’s go”

*****

It was
quiet once again. The empty corridors echoed Snape’s shoes as
he made his way back to the dungeon. The weather was splendid,
flowers were blooming and the wind was joyfully making its way back
and forth, making the flags in the Quidditch field flip-flap,
producing a maddening noise.

Time goes
by so quickly, the Headmaster uses to say. It was already the mid of
July. Snape frowned, annoyed about his incapacity to come up with a
plan or at least with useful information from those dreams.

From time
to time, the Potions master enjoyed coming back to school to verify
if his laboratory was still in one piece and to make the inventory of
his ingredients. Today however, he had another objective. He was
going to examine the vial and he needed to make sure that no curious
eyes would catch him in the process. Staying home would not have
been a good idea with the house-elf around.

Reaching
the door to his apartment, he took care of the wards and increased
them as he closed the door behind him.

He took
off his heavy black coat and hung it around the huge gargoyle arm
standing post at the entrance. Heat rarely touched this place at all,
even during summer time. His thick stylish dark robe, high neck but
neatly rolled over, was very welcome. The vial was hanging over it.
Snape sat in his laboratory and began his exam of the flask. There
was no sign of the barrier and nothing seemed to have happened. He
took it off from around his neck and held it into the light.

The blood
seems to be human, the vial was not broken and the cover was firmly
sealed. He could not understand why he did not probe Dumbledore
about its provenance. He did ask, but the answer had been evasive.
What a shame. Frowning gravely, he took off the cork with
great delicateness and put it on the table. He smelled the blood,
but nothing seemed out of place. Then he froze. Was the barrier
protecting him while the vial was open? Would the Headmaster have
asked such request if he knew it could endanger his life?

Quickly
replacing the top over it and putting it back around his neck he
brought his hand to his forehead and gently rubbed his temples.
Fool, he thought. He was feeling sleepy again. Visiting the
kids never gave him a restorative sleep. Nevertheless, the
investigation about these nightmares did go forward.

Snape
found out about a very interesting spell not to long ago: a very
simple one at that, but rarely used. The spell, Sogno Scrivere, also
know as ‘The dreams that sews through the night’, has
been made up by a renowned Italian Wizard. Its purpose is to put on
paper every aspect of your dreams during the night. To have them
compiled had its advantage when more analysis was required.

Snape has
now ten encounters stored in this book. Apparently, the exam of the
vial would have to wait; he took out the book and began to read the
last two.

***

June
2nd

“Good
evening Ms. Dunia”

“Greetings
Sir, you look happy today. Something good happened?”

“Well,
if you consider the end of the school year, then yes, it is something
that brings me great pleasure.”

“Why
do you keep up with this teaching work if you do not enjoy yourself?”

“In
the human world, we have to work as an excuse to make a living.”

“That
doesn’t explain why you teach!”

“This,
little miss, isn’t of your concern.”

“Hum!
I understand that you will be playing the blockhead today. You may
act as you please and we will do the same with you.”

“I
do not play and if anyone is good at that, it would be you more than
I.”

“Yes
of course it would. Please forget my comment about you looking
happy; it was a silly thought of mine.”

“You
are pretty arrogant for your age young lady.”

“And
who told you about my age dear Sir? You have already witnessed; we
can achieve many forms. You being a human, it is only polite for me
to achieve its shape, which should make you feel comfortable. A human
child is also closer to the purity of life and the form I always
fancied.”

“Actually,
it would be quite instructive in seeing the extent of your power.”

“You
have already seen much Mr. Snape. Remember the field, the lake, the
darkness. These are all forms that we can choose to turn in to.”

“Maybe”

Dunia
went on, ignoring the sour reply.

“By
assuming a shape that your mind will recognize it allows you to feel
at ease, makes you bring down the judgment and therefore, open your
mind to my words. Talking to a tree or an insect for that matter
would not have had the effect desired.”

“It
seems like you give great care in my well being Ms. Dunia, so tell
me, how come you keep avoiding my questions? It seems only
reasonable to answer my curiosity. What about telling me more of
this Savior issue?”

“Doesn’t
the word speak for itself? You will save us. That should be clear
enough.”

“You
know very well that it doesn’t. When and where will this occur?
What will you ask of me? Don’t you think that I should get
prepared?”

“The
time is not an issue at the moment. You will know when it comes”

“My
patience is running thin.” Snape replied dryly.

“Dunia,
this human is going over the limit. You shouldn’t accept such
behavior.”

“Be
quiet Jua. Do not forget to whom you are addressing yourself. I will
not tolerate this silly tantrum.”

Unable to
contain himself, Snape interrupted the duo.

“A
little family quarrel, how interesting.”

“Mr.
Snape, I would appreciate that you keep your comments at bay. The
Family is not a topic that we will discuss.”

“Well,
if you won’t answer my requests properly, I will be taking my
leave.”

Dunia
gave him a hard look, but accepted the request, seeing that this
encounter was a waste of time.

“Jua,
release him. Goodbye Sir.”

***

Back
in Snape’s laboratory

That
dream had its interesting bits. Although she had again refused to be
straightforward, she had revealed a little about their condition.
Knowing their age was not that much of an issue, but it would help
decipher the relationship between the two. Obviously, Dunia was
older than Jua but her talent seemed to lay elsewhere. How
knowledgeable are they in the art of magic? Apart from being shape
shifters, what else could they do? What was the link between the
blood and their world?

All this
brought up more questions and few answers. He was getting irritated.
Nevertheless, he turned the page and read on.

***

July
4th

“Anyone
here?” Snape asked to the emptiness.

No sound,
no reply.

“Playing
the Hide & Seek game?”

The air
around him was still. Snape found himself in a huge forest where the
top of the trees could not be seen from the ground. He walked
straight ahead for a short moment until his senses realized that his
feet were not making any noise as they crushed the leaves underneath.

The only
thing that he felt was heat and it seemed to be getting worse and
worse by the minute. He took of his cloak, wrapped it around his arm
and kept walking. Where is this place? Where are the kids?

His legs were
getting heavier. He knelt on one knees, trying to find his breath. It
felt as if he just ran the marathon. He dropped his cloak, and tried
to unbutton his wizard dress, however, when he was halfway there his
breathing was too heavy.

“Air...I
need air now...” his lungs were on fire, he could not move
freely...sleep...he wanted to rest...just...rest.

Snape was on his
back, half-naked, eyes closing gradually, until he lost
consciousness.

A shape appeared
not too far from him. It was a woman. She walked slowly toward him,
observing his feature. She knelt next to him, caressed his hair, his
face, the lenght of his neck, and went on to his chest. Curiosity
crept insider her mind. Now that he was vulnerable, she could take
the time to get a good look at the man lying there. He did not look
troubled anymore, though his breathing was labor. She smiled. He was
handsome in a way, slim yet manly built with many scars running in
the deepness of his skin. She leaned over his face, examining his
features closely. This man had suffered and he was not at the end of
his torment...but somehow, she could not pity him. He possessed the
strengths to go on.

Severus felt a
presence, a human, who was it? He fought to open his eyes, but could
only make them half-open. He recognized the ways of a woman, the
softness of her breath, the gentle caress. It brought him to a
certain level of excitement. The closeness and the need, if only he
could will his arms to lift up. As if reading his thought, the woman
slowly closed the gap between their bodies until their lips met. The
sweetness and fullness of her mouth made him growl in delight. The
kiss went from tender to passionate, although she was controlling
most of it. He did managed to slip his tongue as languorously as
possible, and was more than pleased when she received it willingly.
They kissed for what seemed eternity.

Slowly, her
reaction became shallow. Snape did not want this moment to stop, both
his mind and body craved for her, wanted her, all of her. Her body
was so warm, he thought, or was it his? No matter, the feeling was
numbing his senses completely.

Dunia was taking
her time to discover those new reactions within her. How did they
call that feeling that crept inside and flooded her mind? If only
Mother was still here to confirm it. She had been human after all.
All these burning emotions were somewhat painful to her, but it felt
good, very good. She smiled again, gave a last look to Severus and
disappeared.

He felt a tug,
just strong enough to shake him off his drowsiness. He could breathe
more easily. As he tried to put himself on his knees, he realized
that the sounds of the forest were back. He took a huge breath and
waited for the heat to go down, both inside out. Who was this woman,
her scent had made him lost total control, and yet, was it really her
fault? He took another deep breath.

"Are you
feeling well Sir?"

He looked up to
find Dunia floating not so far from him. Damn, just what he needed, a
bratty little kid to turn him off.

"Does it
look like so?"

"It is hard
to tell. Why are you standing on your knees half naked?" Her
voice sounded amuses, but no smile touched her face. Both her and Jua
had stopped blurring their face once they thought he could be
trusted, or it could have been just another of their foolish games.

"I am on my
knees because the heat brought me down for a moment. As for my bare
chest, I would suggest you look another way if it isn't to your
liking"

"Hum!
Grumpy as usual."

"Why did
you take so long to find me?"

"I wanted
to give you a taste of our world. You did felt the discomfort, is it
not? Which one do you prefer?"

"I do not
understand your meaning" Snape replied dryly.

"The last
time we met, you didn't seem to care about how well I treated you. So
today, I let you wander around and I find you in a confusing state."

"I am not
confused silly girl, just catching my breath"

"Of course"

"This is
again meaningless blabbering. I will be leaving now" Snape made
to stand up, but his legs were not completely ready for his weight
and he felt back on his knees.

"What a
pity! It must be so embarrassing to face me while being so vulnerable
isn't it?"

He could
strangle her just now, foolish creature.

"Now now,
let's not lose patience, it doesn't fit you at all." The sarcasm
in her tone made him growl inwardly.

"Since you
do not want me to leave, surely you will take this time to answer my
questions?" He gave her a nasty look and this time he managed to
bring himself up.

"Only if
you have learned to ask them properly"

"Who was
the woman with me, just a moment ago? Unless you weren't here yet?"

"A woman?
So you enjoyed yourself while I was away did you? Was she to your
liking?"

"You are
not answering me once again."

"Patience
is the key, isn't it what you told yourself?"

This time, Snape
was speechless. His mind on the other hand was racing. Did she just
admit that she could read his mind even when his was not asleep? He
remembered thinking about patience, but he had been awake.

“Poor Mr.
Snape, getting confused once again. Let me give you at least one
straight answer.

“Both our
world and yours are connected in some way. Just like Earth is linked
to the Entire Universe. Powerful beings can travel between them, act
upon or destroy, control or watch.”

She paused for
a moment, to let this bit of information sink in.

"Human
named them Extra-terrestrial beings, but in fact, many are from the
same plane, the same planet. As for you and I, you could say that we
both share the same world. My specie always surrounds you, but we
possess our own plane of existence. As for your presence here, it is
the bending of my will. I need you to play a part in making things
right once more."

"I see.
Although, I’m confident that you have much more to tell"
Snape added, feeling that he could get more from her sudden openness.

"Not today
I'm afraid. Jua! Release him" And turning her back on him she
added in a soft voice "It has been pleasant"

***

Back in
Snape's laboratory

Snape re-read
her last words and began to feel uneasy. She had let out the fact
that his presence had been ‘pleasant’. What was she
referring to? Surely not what he was thinking about.

When he had woke
from that dream he had been alarmed to find himself half clothed.
Normally, what happened in the dream and in his bed were related to
his mind only. He would feel the pain of a burning or the cut of a
knife, but he would not bleed for that matter. However, this
experience had been different. Could it be that he was not gaining
control like he first thought? Could he die in this place and never
wake up? This game was getting a lot more dangerous.

He put this
thought behind and tried to focus on the concept of different planes
and connections. She had been willing to give him loads of
information this time.

Closing the
book, he frowned and lay back on his chair, lost in his thoughts.

There had been
no dream after this one. He had stopped using the sleeping potion but
his dreams were back to the ordinary.

He stood up,
gathered his things and left his apartments.
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