Of a Different Mind
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters created by J.K. Rowling, in no way, shape, or form belongs to me. I have null rights to them, zilch, nada, cero, nothing, and zero. Zero also happens to be the money I have in the bank and at home. *hint hint*
Summary: What if Dumbledore struck a deal with the devil, Voldemort? What if Harry was part of the deal and he didn't even know? Harry's is in a coma like dreamland that is all too real, and the fate of that land and the real one is in his hands.
Chapter 1- That's just how it must be
Dumbledore stood radiating power as the dark lord, Voldemort challenged him. "Voldemort, we both know we will destroy the world fighting each other."
Voldemort's blood red eyes narrowed in suspicion at the old wizard in front of him. "If you think you can talk me into surrendering." His laugh split the air, a high, coldly chilling laugh, "You are a fool, and older than you would like to everyone to think." He spat.
"I propose no such thing. I propose a spell preformed on one individual whom, we will mutually decide upon. The spell will be preformed on them and their actions will hold the wizarding world's fate in their hands."
The dark wizard's eyes gleamed dangerously at the hinted challenge, "You mean the somnio regnum? Interesting. I think I like this idea of yours old man. I would not want to inherit a completely destroyed world, and when I win," he saw the sparkle of laughter in Dumbledore's eyes. "make no mistake I will win Albus. You will willingly surrender yourself to me?" he demanded.
"Yes."
"Then I believe we have a deal."
"Who shall we choose then?" Dumbledore asked gravely.
"A child, an infant." The Dark Lord said hungrily, "it doesn't matter who as long as it is a newly born child."
"Then I choose Harry Potter."
"Done." Voldemort smiled viciously. "I shall enjoy making an enemy's son's life a living hell. They will not be able to interfere. I will leave the spell to you, old man, who knows your abilities and insufferable nobleness better than I." he smile, showing terrible fang-like teeth and with a wave of his wand, disappeared.
Alone, Dumbledore sat down and thought about the horrible bargain he'd just struck. Lily and James Potter would never forgive him, and perhaps neither would young Harry.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters created by J.K. Rowling, in no way, shape, or form belongs to me. I have null rights to them, zilch, nada, cero, nothing, and zero. Zero also happens to be the money I have in the bank and at home. *hint hint*
Summary: What if Dumbledore struck a deal with the devil, Voldemort? What if Harry was part of the deal and he didn't even know? Harry's is in a coma like dreamland that is all too real, and the fate of that land and the real one is in his hands.
Chapter 1- That's just how it must be
Dumbledore stood radiating power as the dark lord, Voldemort challenged him. "Voldemort, we both know we will destroy the world fighting each other."
Voldemort's blood red eyes narrowed in suspicion at the old wizard in front of him. "If you think you can talk me into surrendering." His laugh split the air, a high, coldly chilling laugh, "You are a fool, and older than you would like to everyone to think." He spat.
"I propose no such thing. I propose a spell preformed on one individual whom, we will mutually decide upon. The spell will be preformed on them and their actions will hold the wizarding world's fate in their hands."
The dark wizard's eyes gleamed dangerously at the hinted challenge, "You mean the somnio regnum? Interesting. I think I like this idea of yours old man. I would not want to inherit a completely destroyed world, and when I win," he saw the sparkle of laughter in Dumbledore's eyes. "make no mistake I will win Albus. You will willingly surrender yourself to me?" he demanded.
"Yes."
"Then I believe we have a deal."
"Who shall we choose then?" Dumbledore asked gravely.
"A child, an infant." The Dark Lord said hungrily, "it doesn't matter who as long as it is a newly born child."
"Then I choose Harry Potter."
"Done." Voldemort smiled viciously. "I shall enjoy making an enemy's son's life a living hell. They will not be able to interfere. I will leave the spell to you, old man, who knows your abilities and insufferable nobleness better than I." he smile, showing terrible fang-like teeth and with a wave of his wand, disappeared.
Alone, Dumbledore sat down and thought about the horrible bargain he'd just struck. Lily and James Potter would never forgive him, and perhaps neither would young Harry.