Seven sins.
Seven murders.
Seven pieces of one's soul.
Captured by the darkness,
so one can become whole.
For as long as I can remember, I have been having these dreams. There so vivid, that I can hardly believe they are just dreams. Nightmares, of fire and shadows. Soft whispers in de never ending darkness.
The nightmares are always the same. A fire, that wants to consume me, but I do not feel it burning, I do not feel the pain that I am supposed to feel. In front of me, there is darkness, pitch black, that even the strongest light can not pierce. Out of the darkness come whispers, speaking softly. Sometimes in tongue's I can not understand.
Behind me, there is a warm light, that calls out to me. It soft and caring. More then anything I want to reach this light, touch it with my fingers and become one with it. But however hard I try, I can not reach it. I can turn around, look at the light, but I can not move away from the fire. It is my salvation from the darkness, but also my prison.
And then someone calls my name, equally as soft as the whispers from the darkness, but a lot stronger. 'Come home with me' It hisses, like a snake. Before I can find the source of the voice, I wake up.
Recently the dreams have changed. I do not know if it has something to do with the recent developments in my life, or that it is just coincidence. Apparently I am a wizard. My parents were to, but they were killed by this man called Voldemort. Everyone is afraid of him, afraid to speak his name. I do not really understand it, after all it is just a name. And the man, who carried this name, is long gone.
He vanished when he tried to kill me, gave me one heck of a scar to show for it. Even though I do not understand why he tried to kill me, I am glad he is no longer around to finish the deed. It would be a huge problem if he followed me around and tried to kill at my new school.
But all of that is irrelevant now. The dreams, they are what scare me the most. They have changed. The fire, the darkness and the light are still all there, but it has become more vivid then before. From out of the darkness, hands reach to me, bony like a skeleton. Sometimes I see faces, or what is left of them. Skulls, like in horror films. There empty dark eyes, watch me. But much like I can not reach the light, they can not touch me.
I can not turn towards the light, not since I have seen him. A cloaked figure, the owner of the soft voice. He is like a shadow, darker then the darkest abyss. The only thing I can see from his face, are his eyes. They are red, like blood or rubies, and they draw me in, like a moth to a flame. I know I should not trust him, I know I should not speak to him, but he somehow feels familiar. We have a connection, that can not be broken. I am not even sure if I want it broken.
In all the years that I have lived, I have never had a bond with anyone. My fat cousin drives people away from me, threatening them, punching them if they even dare to look at me. For as long as I can remember, I have been a punch-bag to him. He bullied me, and made sure I always felt like I was alone.
Perhaps I even am.
My uncle is even worse. To him I am nothing more then a slave, whom he needs to feed once in a while. At first they locked me up in the broom-closet underneath the stairs, but he gave me the smallest bedroom, because he was afraid I would discover my true inheritance. They have been ignoring me for the past month. I can not say I have something to complain about. For the first time in my life I found some sort of peace.
When I go to Hogwarts, I will finally be free. My uncle will be unable to hurt me, to hit me, when I do something wrong. He can not order me around any more. It is such freedom I have dreamt of for the past eleven years.
Dreams. They will change everything. As long as you can dream it, it will become real. I don't know who said that, but I strongly believe it is true. Because I have nothing more then dreams. I always wished to be set free from this prison, this cage I have been kept in. And my dream have come true. Tomorrow I will be leaving for Hogwarts, tomorrow my first day of freedom will begin.
I look at the clock on my nightstand. Two AM.
Nine more hours and I will be stepping on board of the Hogwarts express, the train that will bring me to Hogwarts. Nine more hours.
"Harry." A soft voice, so familiar and yet so unknown, calls out to me. I sit up, looking around my room. I am not dreaming right now, I know this much. Perhaps it is a daydream. I have had these before, when I wanted to escape from the wrath of my cousin. But somehow I know this is different.
"Harry." The voice says again. A shadows forms itself before my eyes. The dark cloak seems to suck all the light out of my room. The only thing I can see, is the darkness of this figure, and the red of his eyes.
"What are you?" The words pass my lips, before I even realise it.
The shadow casts away his cloak, revealing a young man, barely and adult. He is more handsome, then I could have ever imagined. White skin, like ivory. A slender, tall form, more perfect then that of an model. His hair is as black as the darkest night, it slightly covers his scarlet eyes. Ever single part of his face is perfect, from his straight nose and perfectly formed lips, to his high cheekbones and velvet eyelashes.
I can not help myself, I stare at him. Before this divine creature, I feel like an ugly dog, unworthy to be in his presence. Whatever this man is, he is not human, he is something greater.
"I am your...guardianangel." Even his voice was perfect, smooth and warm. I am drawn in, I want to touch him, feel the soft skin under my fingers, but I am unable to move, transfixed by his eyes. "And I am here to set you free, free from the sins of humanity, free from your mortal shell."
The man smiles and reaches out his hand to me. "Come home with me."
I look at the hand, before looking back at those beautiful eyes, that oppose my own light green once. "Who are you?" I ask, while reaching out to his hand.
"You may Call me Tom Riddle." The man says. Our hands touch. His skin is cold. That is the last thing I notice, before being captured in the shadows.