Harry stirred in his sleep restlessly. His eyes were shut tightly as he absentmindedly clutched his head. He was dreaming. Voldemort stood before him with a triumphant expression of malice.
"Potter, did you hear me?"
"No, you're lying!" Harry screamed. "Leave me alone!"
The man's thin white lips smirked. "You know the truth. It was you're fault alone that took the lives of your parents. It was you who destroyed the lives of Bertha Jorkins, that foolish old Muggle, and that boy in the graveyard. It is your doing that caused Podmore to be sent to Azkaban and die."
Vlodemort kneeled closer to Harry, crumpled on the ground.
"And it is because of you, Potter, that your precious Sirius Black is trpped for eternity behind the veil. The existence of your body on this God-foresaken earth has caused far more damage than you could possibly imagine!"
"Shut up!" Harry yelled. "It was you. You were the one who started the first war. Everything is ruined because of your selfish desires. I know how it is to grow up like you."
Voldemort let a smirk across his pale face. "You're finally catching on. I just proved that theory moments before."
Harry gasped faintly. A surge of fear pulsated in his heart.
"Yes, you understand now. Ignore all those lies Dumbledore told you. He has told too many for years."
"No," he mumbled as his voice trembled. "I'm not like you!"
"Oh, you aren't? How do we differ Potter? Almost every part of our history is the same. You even look similar to me years ago. You have the ability to speak Parseltongue, and trust me, you posess Dark Powers. Let them free. Release them and resist them no longer!"