Disclaimer- I don't own anyone or anything in the story. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling
Chapter 1:The Dream that Changed it All
Harry James Potter stood in a high cold stone chamber. It could not be much barer than it already was. The décor of the room only consisted of a few torches scattered along the walls. There were, however, several dark shadows that could very well leave to different parts of the underground labyrinth. The design of it was not much different than that of the catacombs that early Christians used to hide in during the Roman Empire.
Harry stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down from a much higher length than usual. At his feet, blubbering and whimpering was coming from a short, cowardly little man with small watery eyes, a pointed nose, and a squeaky voice. He looked up at Harry, and with a slightly terrified voice said. "Master, it is almost ready. It only needs 24 hours to simmer as well as the boy's blood."
"Good. Hopefully this time you have done it correctly. For your sake that is." Harry's lip curled into a sneer as he reached his long white fingers into his cloak. He clutched his wand and fingering it.
Pettigrew flinched terribly as Harry twirled the wand slowly in his fingers.
"Wormtail. Fetch Bellatrix for me."
Wormtail stumbled to his feet and left the chamber through one of the shadows. He did not return, but moments later Bellatrix Lanstrange entered the room. Hooded and cloaked, Harry could not read her face. She bent low and kissed the hem of his robe.
"On your knees, Bellatrix." She got to her knees, but kept her gaze lowered. Harry made a motion with his hand, lifting her chin upward, forcing her to look at him. Sorrow and fear were etched over her entire face, as she trembled slightly, fearing the inevitable punishment awaiting her.
"You have greatly disappointed me. I gave you the simple task of luring Potter to the Ministry and retrieving the prophecy from him. You could not even achieve this. It was essential that I get that prophecy!" Harry had let go of her and was now starring hard at her, "Without it I have no way of knowing how to kill Potter! And YOU BLUNDERED IT!"
Bellatrix winced slightly. She had rarely seen him this angry and it would not help her now. She lowered her gaze to the floor, ashamed.
Harry circled around behind her and raised his wand, standing out of her reach. His voice became hard and cold and the anger coursed through him.
"In the future I expect better of you. Crucio!"
The chamber filled with Bellatrix's screams of agony and pain. The sound reverberated off the walls and the rather high ceiling making it ten times louder. Bellatrix writhed on the floor as the pain coursed through her entire body.
This went on for some time until she was hoarse from screaming and could no longer make any noise. Harry lifted the curse, satisfied.
Bellatrix lay on the cold stone floor, with her eyes closed, gasping for breath, making it excruciatingly painful to move. Harry strolled over to her and bent close to her ear and hissed, "Do not disappoint me again."
He strode from the room, leaving Bellatrix on the floor.
Harry awoke with a start, causing the person shaking him to jump back in surprise, resulting in the boy tripping and falling heavily to the floor.
"Harry, relax! You're alright! No one is going to hurt you." A person on the other side of him said. The person pushed him back so Harry was lying down on the bed. Harry realized he was soaked to the bone in sweat. The other person, who had fallen to the floor, had gotten up and was now wiping the cold sweat off of Harry's face. Harry felt a wave of nausea, leaning over the bed in time to be sick.
The voice that had spoken early, Harry now recognizing as Hermione's, spoke again, " Ron, run and get Lupin! Fast!"
Ron stopped wiping the sweat from Harry's face and bolted through and up a flight of stairs.
Lupin was the only adult with them tonight. Everyone else was out working for the Order; even Molly and Arthur Weasley. Harry had been staying at Grimmauld Place for the past week. He had spent the previous week at the Dursley's. It had been two weeks since school had ended.
Harry was panting and trying to catch his breath when Lupin came in followed closely by Ron. Lupin was dress in a rather shabby looking housecoat. Hermione got up from where she was to let Lupin get closer. Lupin saw the mess on the floor and waved his wand, making it disappear. He sat down next to Harry, checking his pulse, and putting a cool hand on Harry's forehead to check for a fever. He spoke softly to Harry, trying to get him to calm down.
Harry closed his eyes and started taking deep slow breaths to calm himself. Lupin sighed and turned to look at Hermione, "Hermione, I need you to fetch the Calming Draught and the Dreamless Sleep Potionfor me please. Ron can help you."
Both of Harry's friends left the room. Lupin reached over and grabbed the washcloth the Ron had been using. He tapped his wand to it, filling it with cold water.
"This will help cool you off, Harry." Lupin said as he placed the washcloth over Harry's eyes and forehead. Harry visibly relaxed at this and started calming down.
By now Ron and Hermione were back with the potions and handed them to Lupin.
"Harry, you need to sit up so you can drink this potion." Lupin said quietly as he undid the top of the Calming Draught. Harry removed the cloth from over his eyes and scooting back so he was leaning against the headboard. He took the bottle and drained it.
"That will help you calm down and relax." Lupin said as he took the empty bottle from Harry. Harry was already starting to feel better and the butterflies in his stomach were lessening. He reached over and got his glasses from the nightstand and put them on.
Ron and Hermione moved to sit at the foot of Harry's bed, while Lupin wiped the last of the sweat off of Harry's brow.
"Harry, I need to know what you were dreaming and tell me exactly what happened."
Harry explained everything to Lupin up until right before Voldemort tortured Bellatrix. He stopped for a minute to catch his breath, then finished telling them the rest of his dream.
"Harry, what was your position in the room?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean were you looking down from above onto the scene or were you a bystander…."
"Neither. I…I was…Voldemort." Harry replied, no louder than a whisper. Hermione and Ron both gasped and Lupin looked down at the floor.
"I was afraid of that," Lupin muttered. "I need to owl Dumbledore immediately about this," Lupin said as he headed toward the door. "Harry, take that Dreamless Sleep Potion, it will help you sleep. You two," gesturing to Ron and Hermione, "get to bed." Lupin left the room without another word.
Hermione got up and uncorked the Dreamless Sleep Potion for Harry and handed it to him. She left the room and quietly closed the door behind her. Ron moved off of Harry's bed and crawled into his own. Ron flicked off the light just as Harry finished his potion and fell into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.