The voice that comes to me in my dreams is just out of reach. At my core, I know it, but the name of the person eludes me. Sometimes the voice is a male's and sometimes it is a females. Still, the shifting voice always says the same garbled message.
Hermione hasn't found any information on where the old coot could be hiding and with each day, I'm more fearful. He hasn't made another move, and maybe that concerns me more. Why is he stalling. What is he waiting for. Is he waiting for me to find him. Will this battle be as drawn out as the one with Voldemort.
It's been more than a week since his trial and each night the dream becomes clearer, but no answers. No leads. No clues. No real hope.
Severus doesn't have much time for me during the day. He spends it with his Princess prepping every conceivable potion that we may need. Hermione is constantly reading and researching to give us any edge. The Weasleys are using their connections to strengthen our little army. And me? I am still on bed rest. The potions and spells used to heal me zap my energy until it's a struggle to keep my eyes open. I want to help, but ultimately I know that all I can really do is sleep.
Thus the dreams.
Even asking Hermione to research the founders has given us no new information. Every book is a contradiction and no solid facts are present. No tome speaks of the founder's homes outside of Hogwarts only insisting that the castle was everything. So we are very much back to the drawing board.
I still can't shake that there is somewhere. Somewhere my dreams are telling me about. Somewhere. Everything points to none of those places existing though.
Follow your heart it will serve you well.
Follow your instinct it will serve you well.
Follow your brain it will serve you well.
Follow your beliefs it will serve you well.
The voices mesh together repeating those sentences over and over until I cannot pick one voice from another.
Follow your heart it will serve you well.
Follow your instinct it will serve you well.
Follow your brain it will serve you well.
Follow your beliefs it will serve you well.
I don't understand. What should I do? What can I do in this situation.
Follow your heart it will serve you well.
Follow your instinct it will serve you well.
Follow your brain it will serve you well.
Follow your beliefs it will serve you well.
The voices scream and whisper at the same time until I'm sprinting awake gasping for air that I desperately needed. Severus is sleeping next to me. Unconsciously his hand is curled in mine. I don't want to wake him.
"Severus." I lightly shake him and he wakes up easily as he always does.
"What is it?" Comes his gruff displeased voice. He always sounds unhappy when he's woken up.
"I'm hearing voices." He yawns.
"And what are the voices saying." Thank you for not dismissing what I was saying.
"It was four voices, they were each saying something different. It was blending together. One was saying something about following my beliefs, another said, follow my brain, one said follow my heart, and the last said follow my instinct."
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Survival Bonds
FanfictionSummary: Voldemort has found the Dursley residence, with no where else to hide the boy who lived Dumbledore crafts an unconventional plan to keep Harry safe- much to his and Snape's dismay. Word Count: 132,672 Disclaimer* STORY WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME
