Twice Bitten
Pain. Unbelievable pain.
He was called to the Shrieking Shack; Lucius had led him there. He was told the Dark Lord needed him. His blood drained from his face. He knew no good would come of this. And yet, he went willingly.
The Dark Lord was speaking about something, Severus couldn't quite hear. All of his focus was on the unrelenting heartbeat that seemed to thunder and echo throughout his body. His hands were clammy, his muscles twitched as they prepared to fight. An overwhelming sense of doom clouded his mind.
Occlude. To survive, you must occlude.
Severus strengthened his resolve. The Dark Lord floated towards him, circling around like a shark playing with a meal.
"It cannot be any other way. I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand and I master Potter at last."
A slashing of the Dark Lord's wand drew Severus' attention.
"Kill," the Dark Lord hissed at his snake.
Pain. Unbelievable pain. Then...darkness.
Severus Snape cried out in his sleep. You rolled over to comfort him.
"Shhh, Love. It was just a dream." You rubbed his bare chest lovingly, trying to calm his racing heart. Severus swallowed hard as he gingerly sat up on the side of the bed. He bent forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he cradled his head. The nightmares were getting worse. They were coming every night and feeling more and more...real.
With a shaky breath, he climbed out of bed and headed to the loo to splash some cold water on his face. He cast a tempus charm, and noting the time, realized it was already the next morning: 2 May 1998.
