Harry wasn't conscious of the place he was, or how he came here, but he was certain of the person standing in front of him
"This is only a dream" Harry said, he used his right hand to rub his now aching scar. "Only a dream, only a dream" he repeated. The figure in front of him merely smiled at Harry. Harry looked through the hood of the person he once fought; at least he thought it was him. Harry thought of his wand; It was his ticket out, but his hands were glued together, no matter how much he tried he couldn't move. 'Definitely a dream' Harry thought, for a moment he felt safe, but something made him uncomfortable, there were other things besides dreams that could do this. The figure in front of him noticed the change in his mood, he simply brought out his wand and muttered a few words; blue sparks emerged instantaneous from the tip of his wand towards Harry.
Just as Harry feared he was under the binding curse, and now he was free. He felt the fear that was once gone slowly creep back into his body, what could he do, he'd be dead for sure if he didn't do anything. Harry's mind was filled with so much fear now, so much that he couldn't even think. The person Harry recognized as Voldemort was hooded, he wasn't even sure if it was him, but who else could cause his scar to hurt this badly. He almost shouted from the pain. Of course Harry had killed Voldemort, but that was fifty years ago, Harry was too old for this, how could he fight at the age he's in. What the hell could this bastard want? Harry sat up, straining his eyes, looked at the person in front of him, trying to seek answers by merely looking at his face. The figure was amused by this, he put his wand back in his pocket and finally spoke, "you know what I want old man, the elder wand, where is it?"
"And you expect me to tell you", Harry grinned.
"I knew you'd say that", he brought out his wand stretched his hand and said "limos"; his wand brought out a red light, which of course lit the whole area, Harry was now aware of the place he was, he didn't like it not one bit. This was the place he was giving his first dose of the killing curse. The same place he saw the spirit of Dumbledore, no, he definitely didn't like it.
"It brings back a lot of memories doesn't it old man",
"Voldemort...how, how did you come back this time", he was angry now, but it quickly went as another wave of pain swept passed him, he knelt in pain and thought of his friends and how they died just to kill this bastard. He thought of his wife, Ron's Sister, and the kids.
"Voldemort…..me, Harry looks like you've aged so much you can't see clearly, oh forgive me I forgot", he pulled down his hood and glared straight at Harry.
Harry was shocked by his appearance; he wasn't as old as Harry, heck he looked younger, much younger probably twenty-two. His eyes were the same as Voldemorts, filled with both greed and evil, his appearance was one that at first glance brought a cold shiver down you're spine. Harry knew that he definitely wouldn't get out of here alive. Harry finally found the strength to stand, he looked at him closely, he definitely wasn't Voldemort but why did his scar hurt him so badly.
"Who the hell are you? You're definitely not that bastard Voldemort"
The stranger glared at him angrily his eye turned blood shot red with anger , and his anger caused more pain to Harry, it was hurting Harry, his scar was bleading, he knelt down and pleaded him to stop, but he didn't. He enjoyed it.
"Never! Ever! Call my Father a bastard old man".
