'Lemme outta here,' the sack next to Lucius Malfoy said, 'I'm scared. Ronnnnnnnnnn!'

The Dark Lord looked at the sack strangely, 'what have you here, Malfoy?' he asked.

'My Lord,' Malfoy simpered, 'We have caught for you the only thing that stops you from having ultimate power.'

'You have the crown jewels in that sack?' Voldemort said disbelieving, 'Don't scratch them.'

'What? The crown jewels? Why do you –' Bellatrix Lestrange started, 'We – uh – we have something better'

'You better hope I am!' the sack yelled.

'Oh, shut up.' The Dark Lord pointed his wand at the sack, 'Stupefy!'

Peter Pettigrew whimpered, then stepped forward, 'My lord, we present you – THE BOY WHO LIVED!'

He waved his wand and the sack disappeared, leaving a motionless boy lying on the floor in front of Lord Voldemort.

'Oh, it's Harry Potter!' Voldemort said in a high-pitched squeal, 'Oh, Lucius, Peter, Bella, you didn't have to!'

Malfoy, Pettigrew and Lestrange grinned and congratulated each other.

'Crabbe, Goyle, connect him up to the machine!' Voldemort ordered two other death eaters.

One of the death eaters grabbed the unconscious Harry Potter and took him over to the corner of the room, where the other death eater had uncovered a funny looking chair. The chair had wires, straps and other strange looking things connected to it in many places. The two death eaters sat Harry on the chair as best they could and connected him up to some of the wires. Voldemort flicked a switch.

'Wha… what are you doing, my lord?' Lucius asked, 'Aren't you going to torture or murder him?'

'No,' said Voldemort, 'I no longer care about world domination. I've gone onto a bigger, greater target.'

'And…what's that target?' Lestrange asked curiously.

'TO OWN EVERYONE'S DREAMS!' Voldemort said dramatically.

There was a pause, before Crabbe said 'It is ready, oh master,'

'Excellent,' Voldemort rubbed his hands together, 'Turn it on!'

Goyle flicked his wand and a screen above the chair sputtered on. It showed Harry running through a field of daisies towards a red-headed girl, with his arms open wide while slow romantic music played.

'It's Ginny Weasley!' Malfoy exclaimed, 'Uh… I think'

'Hah! Mortals dream of such strange things!' Voldemort snorted, 'Change to nightmare!'

Goyle flicked his wand again, and the screen slowly changed to Harry running through a graveyard. There were hooded people all around him, shooting curses at him, trying to hex him, yelling rude things at him.

'Hey! That's me!' yelled someone from the back of the room, 'Rewind it a bit!'