The Nightmare
The scream jolted Snape and Draco from their peaceful dinner. It was moments before both stood. As much as Draco hated Harry, he didn't want Harry to be hurt. Snape was first to see Harry on his bed.
Harry screamed again, "No!" He called out to some invisible force. He was curled into he fetal position on the bed, body coated in sweat, hands tightly pressed against his scar, and his body trembling.
Snape sat down on the bed, his weight sinking on the edge. "Draco, go to your room." Snape didn't know if he should try and get Harry out of whatever hell scape his brain put him in.
Draco for the first time protested this. "No. I won't." Draco looked at Harry. He was concerned for Harry. It wasn't normal for him to see the precious golden boy of the wizarding world like this.
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"Harry Potter," a voice called out. One Harry knew well. Harry heard it in his first year of school. "You will be finished one day."
Harry watched as a memory of the past flashed by. He couldn't see who the man was, but he could see someone telling the Dark Lord about his parents. Where they were and how he could get to them. He could feel the sickening glee of The Dark Lord as he heard about the Potters. Their exact address, their schedule, and when it would be best to strike. Harry felt sick.
Another memory flashed by, it was of a door unlocking then a man stepping in. He could recognize the man as his father. Harry screamed. Begging and saying no over and over again. Harry watched as a green light erupted from a blank wand, striking his father in the chest. His father fell like a sack of potatoes. Harry watched as the man went up the stairs. Hearing a woman whispering behind a door. The wand shot off another spell, breaking the door with an eruption. His mother was so beautiful. Harry screamed once more begging for this to stop. He didn't want to see this again. He watched as the same spell the took his father, hit his mother. Causing her to drop Harry into his crib.
The child version of Harry looked up at the man, blabbering none sense about his mother. Harry didn't do nor say anything after this. All he could do was watch. He knew he would survive it wouldn't matter. Harry watched the green light go to him, hitting him, but not killing him. The spell instead was reversed and hit the man, it didn't kill him, it just cause him to weaken.
If Harry thought the torment ended there he was wrong.
Harry watched another memory. Normally it would only be one or maybe on rare occasions 2. Never 3. Harry sobbed. He didn't want to do this anymore. Harry watched as The Dark Lord ordered a group of people to sit in a line. Harry watched and screamed as one by one each one was killed. He recognized a few of them, people in paintings or pictures on the walls.
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Snape could only watch as Harry screamed and sobbed.
"Why aren't you waking him?" Draco said a bit louder.
"I don't know if it will hurt him." Snape calmly responded. Waiting for Harry to wake up himself. Snape could see the many dreamless sleep potions he would have to make in the future.
Draco went oddly silent. "Do you think he will be okay?" Draco asked, more concern in his tone.
"I don't know. All I can do is see what happens." Snape looked over at Draco for a few seconds before his gaze returned to the trembling and curled up Harry.
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What ever God Harry pissed off, Harry pissed off bad. Harry constantly watched as more and more of the Dark Lords memories flooded his mind. He watched as countless were slaughtered and tortured. What Harry didn't expect was to see one of his teacher. Snape was kneeling before the Dark Lord. Snape looked much younger, like in his twenties or thirties.
"Severus, you have served me well. You have done countless things for me. I wonder how I call reward you." The Dark Lord seemed to be in thought. Thinking of how to reward the boy in front of him. "Maybe I'll give you your father to kill." The Dark Lord smiled darkly.
Snape's heart dropped and his heart was doing summer salts. As much as Snape hated the man, he couldn't take the man's life. Snape's father was far from an innocent, but to kill a muggle with magic seemed horrific to him. "Thank you my Lord." Snape had to swallow the lump in his throat to create the sentence.
"Very well then. My child, go and claim your reward." The older man said. Watching as Snape stood and left.
Snape couldn't kill him in the end. When Snape had returned The Dark Lord looked very displeased.
"You didn't like my gift?" The Dark Lord looked angry. Snape once again was on his knees.
"I appreciated the thought, my Lord. I just couldn't do it." Snape couldn't do it.
"Fine then. You gave me no choice. Crucio!" The Dark Lord called out. Snape fell onto his side and started to scream in agony.
Harry started to scream as well. He could feel the pain Snape felt. Harry begged for the pain to stop. 'It hurts. It hurts. Stop please.' Harry would sob out. It felt like an eternity before it ended.
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Snape looked a little bewildered when Harry started to say 'It hurts'.
Draco took another step closer. "What is wrong with him?" Draco's look of concern was evident.
"I don't know." Snape said. The sobs and screams the came from Harry pulled at the strings of his heart. It hurt to hear such sounds. It for them as well felt like an eternity.
Harry sat up, hands no covering his eyes instead of his scar. His scar was red and inflamed. A small trickle of blood left it. Harry started to sob into his hands. He hadn't realized the two others present in his temporary room. Snape brought a hand to Harry's shoulder.
"Harry?" Draco looked at Snape bewildered. He had never heard the Professor that hated Harry to most call Harry, Harry. It was only Potter. "Harry, are you okay?" Snape was ever so gentle with his words.
Harry didn't say anything. He didn't move from Snape nor flinch when Snape touched him. Harry just kept on sobbing into his hands. He was a mess. Harry wouldn't have been able to form a sentence even if he wasn't crying. Harry felt like a broken tea cup. Only one piece was forever lost and couldn't be found.
Would Harry be okay? What would happen to him?