31_days | To See through My Eyes …

Title: To See through My Eyes …

Day: September 15^th
Series: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Harry / Dumbledore
Rating: G for general audiences
Notes: Written for the “Your eyes closed” challenge from 31_days

“I’ve told you Harry – I trust Severus Snape. I don’t want to discuss this any farther,” said Dumbledore, his eyes fixed on Harry’s face unflinching sitting behind his desk.

Harry knew this to mean he truly believed in Snape. He’d failed to make him understand what he believed Snape really was.

“But – wait sir …”

“No!”

Harry knew Dumbledore looked serious, with no intentions of listening to his thoughts about how he felt Snape still worked for Voldemort.

“I do believe we’ll work on looking into these memories a little later, Harry,” Dumbledore gestured towards the flasks of pearly essence sitting by the pensive.

“Your mind must settle before we pursue what they contain.”

“But sir – I,” Harry felt the need to convince him otherwise.

“No Harry. I’ll send for you later. Clear your head in the meantime.”

The portraits on the wall of Dumbledore’s office considered Harry insolent, and out of line.

“These young upstarts these days,” said a tall black-haired wizard dressed in long blue-velvet robes holding a parchment roll. He shook his head in disgust.

“Sorry, Dumbledore. I just thought,” Harry didn’t finish. “Never mind,” he hung his head feeling useless and walked through the door and back to his room.

“What has Snape told him, that made him trust in him so strongly? I know one thing; I sure don’t believe Snape’s innocent. Not after what I heard him tell Malfoy. Something’s going on,” said Harry under his breath after exiting Dumbledore’s office.

That night, Harry lay in bed struggling with dark dreams twisting and wrapping his sheets around him. While, Ron, snored blissfully in the next bed unaware of Harry’s personal torment. Every nightmare ended in death by Death Eater. All the while a thick deep well of a voice echoed in the background.

“He’s my master – My master – I follow my master.”

Harry’s eyes popped open, and he sat bolt upright in his tangled bedding. He looked around the darkened room, making sure it was a nightmare, and feeling as if something dark and frightening would bolt out from the shadows any second. He breathed hard; still unnerved, and mouthed something in effort to wake up.

“He’s not innocent, I’ll never believe it, not ever. Dumbledore, how are you going to see what he is – with your eyes closed?”

“What, Harry? Is it breakfast yet?” said a groggy Ron, half sitting up on his side, and resting on his elbow.

“No Ron – go back to sleep. You’re dreaming.”

Ron lie back down and started snoring before he hit the pillow. Harry felt wide-awake and worried. He worried about many things, and most of all he worried about what Snape was up to.

[END]