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Chapter 16: First Sight, Dancing, and Happy Visions

In Harry Potter\'s opinion, Severus Snape was dressed to kill. The man was dressed in customary black, but with a few noticeable differences. Although he wore a robe, it appeared to be either Chinese or Japanese in origin. It was tightly fit to the waist, where it appeared to flare out and was slit up the sides and back to the waist line. The sleeves were also form fitting, making it look as though the robe was made while he was wearing it. Under the robe, the man wore a pair of black leather pants and boots similar to Harry\'s. The only difference in the boots were that his didn\'t have the shin guards. He was wearing gauntlets upon his wrists, with matching arm guards that stopped just below the elbow, allowing for free movement of the arm. When Severus exposed the back of his robe, Harry noticed that their was a large, green snake coiled on the back. Its head was raised, poised as if to strike, and its eyes were an errie silver. Rolling his eyes, Harry realized that the man always had to be supporting Slytherin in some way.

Upon closer inspection of his Head of House, Harry noticed that he too was wearing make-up. The man had green eyeliner around his eyes, also smudged like Harry\'s. Though, his professor forewent wearing any lipstick. Severus had also washed all the potion fumes out of his hair, leaving it shiny and soft looking. He noticed his elongated incisors and realized that they had both come as vampires. Ah damn, it almost seems as though we planned to come dressed up as the same thing. God, what I wouldn\'t give to run my hands through his hair. Or better yet, to just get to touch that delectable man. Oh fuck! I did not just think that! Did I? What\'s wrong with me? He\'s old enough to be my father! He\'s my Head of House! Shaking his head, Harry dragged his eyes away from Severus and attempted to dwell on other things. He soon found that this was a useless task. His eyes seemed to become permanently glued onto his professor when he looked back at the scrumptious morsel.

Feeling eyes upon him, Severus looked around the Hall trying to determine who it was that was watching him. His eyes about popped from his head once he got a good look at Harry. Hot damn! He looks good enough to devour right here, right now, damn the consequences! God! How I\'d love to run my hands over his body, kneed that tight little ass, or kiss that gorgeous mouth until he was moaning my name. Pulling himself from his thoughts, Severus attempted to pull himself into listening to what the other teachers were talking about. He wasn\'t having much luck, his eyes seemed to swivel onto Harry of their own accord. He just wanted to go over to him, pull him tight to his body, and have his wicked way with him.

Hmm, this could prove interesting. It seems as though young Mr. Potter and Severus can\'t keep their eyes off each other. I wonder if either of them realize that they are both having the same problem. I don\'t think so though, or they probably would have already discussed it. Tilting his head to the side, Albus Dumbledore got into meddling mode, coming up with the perfect way to get them near each other at the dance. He only hoped that neither caught on, or that no one else was bothered by what he was about to do.

"Attention please! I would like to first say that we have some truly magnificent and creative costumes," here his eyes swiveled to Ron, Hermione, the Weasley twins, and the Parvarti twins. "Now, I would like everyone to locate someone with a costume similar to theirs. Maybe someone who has dressed the same, or someone who compliments your own costume. This may or may not be your own date." Waiting for everyone to find that person, his eyes started to twinkle merrily when he noticed that Severus and Harry were now standing together. "Excellent, now you will dance with this person. It will help you to get to know them better, while providing you with someone to dance with. It will be great fun, now get going."

Starring incredulously at the man, Severus wondered what was going through his head. He had twins dancing together, people dancing with the same person they came with, and people who didn\'t like each other dancing together. He also began to wonder if he realized he had just put a student and teacher to dancing together. Looking over to Harry, he held his hand out in a silent request to dance, cursing when he realized it was a slow dance. This meant that he would have to hold this gorgeous creature close to his growing state of arousal. Attempting to calm his raging hormones, he began to wonder if he was a grown man or a teenager. The boy made him feel like the latter.

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! This was the litany that was continuously running through Harry\'s head when he realized he would be dancing with Severus. Gathering his wits about him, he took the offered hand and was led to the dance floor. Oh shit! It\'s a slow song! Someone either really loves me, or really hates me. How am I suppose to keep him from noticing the state his appearance has put me in?

Pulling the boy as close to him as he would allow, Severus took the lead in the dance, something that Harry didn\'t mind all that much. It was nice to follow after leading for so long, he just wished that he could be closer to the man. Ignoring everyone around him, Harry focused all his attention on the man he was dancing with, and not allowing him to feel anything he didn\'t want him to know. Wondering about the cruel ways of fate, Harry let out a little hiss of surprise when Severus pulled him closer. The man seemed to be trying to leave him in a constant state of arousal. Assessing his surroundings to try to distance himself from him, Harry was quite shocked when his hearing registered a slight moan coming from his dancing partner. Bringing his senses back to the man, he noticed that Severus also was in a similar state of arousal.

No way. There is absolutely no way that I have caused this. I\'m sure that he\'s just saw someone else that has caused that. Maybe it\'s one of the other teachers. Discreetly looking at the other teachers, Harry firmly resolved that it had to be a student that had caused this state in Severus. He just couldn\'t imagine that it was because of Remus, the two were barely civil to one another. Of course, I guess that could because of their hidden desires for one another, so he has to be the reason. Slightly disappointed, Harry continued his dance with this man, when he came to another startling discovery. His hands! Those are the same hands from my dream! They have to be, which means... Looking up at his hair, Harry had to choke back a half sob, half gasp, at the fact the hair was the same. He\'s my dream lover. The man I\'ve desperately been trying to identify since he started appearing in my dreams. How could I have not known this? God, I\'m such an idiot. I\'ve fallen for a man I\'ll never be able to have. Feeling strong emotions well up that he wasn\'t use to, Harry dismissed himself from the dance as soon as the song was over.

Noticing the sudden fleeing of his dance partner, Severus was left to mourn over his sudden departure. Oh God! That was amazing, but I wonder why he fled like someone was chasing him? Suddenly it dawned on the Potions Master why the boy had left. Ah fuck! How could I have been so careless?! The boy felt! I scared him shitless! Come on, what kind of young beauty like that would go for some old, ugly, ex-Death Eater? Damn it! What am I going to do?

Dumbledore couldn\'t help but applaud his brilliance when he noticed how much the two were enjoying their dance together. He was slightly confused when Harry took off after the end of the dance, but brushed it aside, assuming that Severus would follow suit. Noticing the near dreamy expression on his face, Dumbledore was positive that is what would happen. When he noticed the horrified expression on his face, he became utterly confused. Watching Severus stalk away, he wondered what had gone wrong and how he could fix it.

Harry ran, not truly paying attention to where it was he was going. Heading up to the second floor, Harry soon found himself in the abandoned girls\' rest room. Dropping down to the floor upon entering, Harry looked up to see Myrtle hovering overhead staring at him.

"Hello, Harry. Come to haunt my toilet with me?" the eccentric ghost asked. "Although, I think you might have a few problems if you attempt to haunt it while you\'re still alive." Ignoring the ghost in favor of examining the sinks, Harry soon found the one he was looking for. Staring at the tap with the snake on it, Harry hissed at it to open. Once the whole was big enough for him, he jumped in, hissing for it to close after him. He didn\'t want anyone to be able to follow him down here.

Chastising himself for thinking such thoughts about his teacher, Harry headed deeper into the underground tunnels. Finding the door that was the entrance to the actual chamber, Harry hissed for it to open as well, entering the chamber. Walking around, Harry took in his surroundings. Smelling the slightly musty air, he ran his hands over the decaying body of the Basilisk. God, it seems like so long ago that I was down here. It almost feels as though it were a lifetime ago with everything else that has been happening. God, what I wouldn\'t give to be able to stay down here forever, to never have to deal with anything again. Of course, I couldn\'t do that. They need me, need me to save their sorry hides. What exactly do they expect a fifteen year old boy to do?! If adult wizards can\'t handle Voldemort, I don\'t know what gives them the idea that I can.

Losing himself in his thoughts, Harry idly walked around, not truly paying attention to where he was going. He didn\'t even notice that he had walked into a little side room, what drew his attention was the pile of books he had tripped on during his musings. Pulling himself from his thoughts, Harry didn\'t bother to pick himself up off the floor. Instead, he made himself comfortable and pulled the books to him. Noticing the nature of the books, Harry became intrigued. They appeared to be books solely based on Potions and Divination, two classes that Harry wouldn\'t mind understanding better, especially since his Divination teacher was such a fraud. He wanted to better understand his visions, and he wanted to know if their was a way to stop the visions from coming during the day. He really didn\'t need these visions ruining his whole day. After finishing that thought, Harry felt himself being pulled into darkness, into another vision.

*Vision*

Taking in his surroundings, Harry was surprised to find himself back on Number Four, Privet Drive. Wondering why he was here, his question was quickly answered when he saw four dark figures swiftly enter the premises. Following them in, Harry was intrigued, wondering what was about to befall his \'family\'. Watching them quietly work, Harry noticed that the Dursley\'s had not even noticed that anyone had entered their home. They were sitting in the kitchen, Dudley and Vernon feeding their blubberous masses, while Petunia picked daintily at her food. Smiling grimly, Harry realized that he was going to get to watch the Dursley\'s be tortured.

"Hello, muggles," one of the unknown men in black casually said. Listening to them scream in horror, Harry couldn\'t help but smirk at their obvious fright. "We\'ve come to play."

"Wh-what do you want?! Your k-kind are n-not welcome here!" Gathering his courage, Vernon pushed his overly large mass out of his chair, attempting to look intimidating.

"He\'s not me, Uncle Vernon, he\'s not going to back down," Harry said, even though he knew that they could not see or hear him. Watching the four men advance on them, Harry smiled outright when he noticed their reactions to the hostile threat. Vernon seemed to deflate, going from red of rage, to completely ashen. Dudley was whimpering, covering his volumous ass and mouth with his pudgy little hands, trying to hide behind his parents. Petunia was the only one who seemed to have any true courage, she was attempting to shield Dudley from the men. Of course, this was a useless gesture, Dudley\'s fat hung out from all around her stick-like body.

"You get out of my house! Leave my Duddy-kins and my husband alone! Do you hear me?!" Petunia screamed shrilly. Not backing down, or cowering away, when the men pointed their wands at her, Harry had to give her credit. She was either extremely loyal to her family, or extremely stupid. Going over his memories, Harry decided that she was extremely stupid. Harry laughed outright when the stupid woman grabbed a frying pan and started swinging it at the intruders.

"Expelliarmus!" intoned one of the mysterious Death Eaters. Laughing, the Death Eater watched as the pan sailed through the air and Petunia fly back onto the corner of the counter. Hearing the sickening crunch, they realized that she was already dead. Grinning sheepishly, the Death Eater said, "Oops. Guess I should make sure that their isn\'t something their for my victims to break their backs on. I was hoping to make the pathetic woman watch her family die. I wanted to hear her beg and pleaded for their unimportant lives."

"Quite forgiven, McNair. Let\'s begin, shall we?" a cold, serpentine voice hissed. This was a voice that Harry recognized, and he wondered what the Dursley\'s had done to warrant the Dark Lord coming to personally watch them die. "Well, Dursley, this ought to be fun," he said, addressing Vernon. "I\'ll give you a choice, do you want to die the un-painful, fast death, or do you want your son to have that death? See, one of you is going to be severely tortured. I don\'t much appreciate people causing harm to my enemy, I\'m the only one allowed to hurt Harry Potter!"

Showing his true cowardly nature, Vernon pointed a shaking, pudgy finger at his son. "Him, he should be the one you torture painfully!" Looking in abject horror at his father\'s betrayal, an undeniable hate entered Dudley\'s eyes.

"Wow, Dudley, I thought that look was reserved for me. Even I can\'t believe that Vernon said that, of course, Voldemort isn\'t going to hold to that. He\'ll either do the opposite or torture you both," Harry said.

Grinning in satisfaction as he heard a muttered "Crucio", Harry watched in growing glee as Vernon fell to the ground, screaming. The smile that was on his face grew as he watched Dudley be subjected to the same torture. He watched as the torture degraded into actual physical blows, putting what Voldemort had said about him out of his mind. He relished each and every painful blow that was rained on them, along with every tortured scream that they admitted.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of torture, the two remaining Dursley men were nothing more then incoherent, babbling morons. Noticing the twisted smile on Voldemort\'s face, Harry didn\'t have time to think on it before the Cruicatus Curse was upon them again. Watching in fascination, he saw the light vanish from their eyes, watched as their last breath left their bodies, and he knew they were dead.

*End vision*

Coming back to his senses, Harry gathered a few books and headed out of the Chamber of Secrets. He hated the fact that he had to tell Dumbledore about this, but no matter how much he hated them, he didn\'t want to see the Dursley\'s dead. Walking up the Headmaster\'s office, he growled at the gargoyle guarding it, allowing the statue to feel a fraction of his magical power. Hastily moving out of his way, the gargoyle allowed Harry entrance to the Headmaster\'s office. Sitting in Dumbledore\'s seat, behind his desk, Harry waited for the old coot to come up to his office from the dance.

TBC

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