I don't own Harry, Tom Marvelo Riddle, or Voldemort.
P.S. Deathly Hallows and possibly Half-Blood Prince? What are those?
Harry awoke, trembling from his dream. He could still see it when he closed his eyes. Voldemort stood cackling over someone Harry couldn't see.
"You are mine, my brother, and you always will be." He said, as the figure tried to crawl away "You can't hide from me, you can't even run."
The person shakily got to their feet. "Don't you remember me Val? Who I was to you once? Please try to think hard and remember your—our—childhood together! I had not believed that you could have changed so much without your big brother Tom, but I see it is true. "
Hatred gleamed in Voldemort's eyes. "You are not my brother! Voldemort does not have such weak human ties!"
"Knock it off, Val, this isn't funny anymore!"
"Sure why don't we end this now—Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort-or was he Val?-suddenly yelled, but his opponent was ready. They disappeariated as Voldemort cast the spell, so Harry had no way of knowing if they survived.
Now Harry wondered about the dream and realized he had gotten a glimpse of the other person as they had disappeared. They seemed familiar, somehow.
