Requiem for a nightmare
Dark Night, dense trees and winding streets, afraid to be where he would never be payable.
Someone ' had called.
A seductive voice and the terrible ' was forced to leave the castle and enter the Forbidden Forest, losing in ' air in an evil hiss.
Hynion did not know as he walked, he did not know why he was there, the ' only thing that was certain was that was very different from those the ' had woken up without even touching her.
Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord of Terror and Wizards, the expected wrapped in his black cloak, standing before the corpse of a unicorn. The coat of white ' innocent had been violated by large streams of blood that slipped on ' grass had created a pool of silver and bittersweet.
She did not see his face. The moon was too weak, and not filtered through the thick foliage of the trees of the forest. And she was alone, alone as it had never been before.
Come to me ...
"Who are you?"
You know very well who are I ...
"Voldemort?"
you will use ...
"No!" The sound of footsteps crunching on dead wood, the heat and the voice of someone who was getting closer, to protect it. "He ' away from that ' be you!"
Snape. Snape was in the Forbidden Forest, a few yards away from her face to face with the ' Dark Lord.
What do you hope to me, just you?
The teacher took the wand pointing out to him.
Hynion ran, ran, ran. The space that separated her from her teacher seemed to stretch his every step.
"You can not touch it!"
... is a horrible crime to kill a unicorn ... drink the blood of a unicorn keeps you alive even if you're on the verge of death, but at a terrible price ... you killed something pure, and because his blood touches your lips live a life half a life ... damn
Hynion awoke to hold back a scream of terror.
L ' had dreamed of yet.
He dreamed that night still cursed that night six years ago, when Voldemort the ' had led before him and Snape had sacrificed his soul to save her.
Quell ' nightmare came back to haunt her every night, without interruption, the ' had branded as a tattoo on fire, and not ' would have never abandoned, for life.
But this time everything had seemed terribly realistic, as if he had lived physically, for the second time, the ' event.
He got up immediately and ran down the stairs that led to the common room , and then to the underground corridors.
She held her breath : the ' air had moved and was not a simple draft. He spun around, bringing his arm violently in front of him to grab the wall and beat all the pits to be shot in the past, and someone actually fell into their hands, someone who would never have expected.
"Professor Quirrell?"
What did the shy, awkward, stuttering teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts Quirinius Quirrell around at that ' now? And what the ' had brought to the Tower of Slytherin?
"Mmm-sorry, s-Miss Granger," he stammered, almost shy. 'Ii-I, s-I was just ... l-b-library ... "
" The library is from ' other part of the castle! " Hynion said, puzzled. "I do not think you would get in our common room, right?" He asked, without letting go.
"C-how could I? N-c non-Know your p-word of ' order ... »The Head Girl looked at him wrong. Raptor was the ' the last person who would not be trusted, and yet ... "P- could ... c-neck!"
"Sorry" she murmured, and dropped the poor unfortunate.
"What happens in there fund? "
" SS-Severus sighed Raptor, while massaging the jugular. 'S-mm-just an unfortunate misunderstanding. "
" It would be legitimate to ask what makes a young Slytherin outside your dorm when it's dark outside, "said Snape, without looking the least of his colleague attention.
Severus Snape was not exactly the kind of person for whom a girl in their right mind would have sighed.
definitely was neither young nor beautiful, il suo volto era arcigno e solcato da rughe premature, il suo carattere pessimo. Era freddo, intransigente, a tratti persino crudele. Le sue labbra non si erano mai curvate in un sorriso sincero, le uniche smorfie che vi si avvicinavano erano sardonici sogghigni furtivi.
E quella che all ’ inizio poteva sembrare solo semplice ammirazione per un insegnante, con il passare del tempo si era trasformata in qualcosa di ben più grande ed indefinibile.
«Allora, signorina Granger?» insistette lui, incrociando le braccia.
"I ... murmured Hynion, taken off guard. To cope with Snape we wanted presence of mind. Which, if awakened from a nightmare in the middle of the night, was expected to miss much. "I ... c ' was ... "
"said M-cc-s-who had heard someone enter qqq-in room S- C-town, "put in Raptor. Snape glared at him. "... cc ee-he was ac-c-ensuring that ... "
Snape gave him to understand that he wanted to see it disappear in a hurry. Raptor obey what ' tacit and peremptory order as if it was a meek little lamb.
"Did you find those who were looking for? He asked again, when they were alone.
"No, sir."
"Do not make me regret having you proposed as Head Boy, Granger. I was hoping to show that a daughter of Muggles may be worthy of Slytherin, if he accepts his place in this glorious house with humility and gratitude. It did not take even one day you set foot here, and the conditions are not good. Many of your comrades thoroughbred would be happy to be in your place. "
The girl did not reply.
The memories of that ' nightmare were coming back to get live, real, and the oppressed with their heavy pall of death.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, clenching his fists.
"Do not worry, do not take away points for Slytherin: the race starts tomorrow. Go ' to sleep. "
The professor had just taken the first step, when Hynion stopped him.
"Wait."
'Cos ' other c ' is, Miss Granger? "
" I said I'm sorry, "she repeated.
"What cos' is that you're sorry, exactly? "
" Everything, "said Hynion, through clenched teeth. "I'm sorry for everything. I l ' I doomed to damnation, it is my fault that ... if I had not put all ' appeal Voldemort she would never ... would never ... "
Snape sighed, raising his eyes to heaven.
"You right, Miss Granger, "he said coldly, without deigning to approach d ' a step. "You have condemned to damnation," he concluded, before leaving.
Hynion stood looking at him as he walked away, and only when it was far enough you realize how egregious was the ' error he had committed.
What had occurred? What do you hope to achieve, beginning to whimper like a baby before?
He was Snape, accidents, was Professor Severus Snape, and his lips would not be out anything but words of contempt and disapproval, his arms would not close the cold vacuum of ' Potions classroom, his hands nothing outside of tubes nauseating.
He had not broken even at the thought of what had happened that night cursed, nor his heart rhythm had changed to the memory of Voldemort.
And she was stupid enough to show this side well discovered. The will was revealed in a moment of weakness.
Good heavens.
The sentence to be served was very long.
The Prefect Catherine McKey was waiting in the hall, wrapped in a ' unlikely lemon yellow robe.
"And ' a punch in ' eye, that stuff," said Hynion.
Not that it was his custom to be so blunt and rude, but was for six years who sipped the extravagant night clothes of his companion. He had achieved a degree of saturation, in other words.
"You can find out where accidents were over?" Asked Cat altered, beating very slowly the last four words.
"I heard noises," he lied the ' other. "At first I thought it was one of ours, but the stairs did not see nobody around, so I thought that someone had entered from ' outside and went to check. That's it. "
was granted not tell the truth.
What had happened six years earlier in the Forbidden Forest was to remain secret from the jealous Hynion Granger and teaching staff at Hogwarts he had always been.
Not a word, or would endanger anyone who was aware.
"The delightful exchange of words I've heard beyond the wall was with Snape, right?" Catherine asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. Snape likes to rage against Raptor. I watched the match. "
" Interesting work. But call me next time, d ' agreement? I will not lose it for the world. "
Hynion bent his lips into a smile.
"I will not fail, Prefect McKey."
"We considered very, Granger Head Boy."
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