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Harry Potter realized that he must be dreaming because he remember having gone to bed after the feast in the great hall, to celebrate the start of a new school year. Still, even though he knew he was dreaming, he had to admit that it felt so real. He could smell the scent of logs burning on a fire, he could feel the heat of the flames, he could taste the dusk that had gathered on the old furniture, an he could everything as clearly as if he were seeing them with his own two eyes. It was actually quite frightening because while he could feel and taste and use his other senses, he was unable to move any of his limbs. It was a lot like being trapped in the body of someone else and having no control over his physical body. His mind was there, but everything else seemed to be out of his control for the time being.

His body, or that of whosever he was inhabiting, stood up and started pacing back and forth before finally going to the mirror and staring at his reflection, and it was Harry's reflection. Taking a very close look at his face in the glass, he realized that he looked off and it took him a minute to figure out why. His eyes, the same eyes his mother used to have, were no longer green, but a dark crimson which reminded him of blood. The smile on his face was twisted, dark somehow and not something he recognized. By all rights it was his body and yet at the same time it wasn't. It was an evil version of his body, something he felt he could relate to no matter how hard he tried.

"You feel that way because this body is no longer yours." He could his lips moving in the reflection even though he wasn't the one speaking. The voice reminded him of a hiss and something he had heard before. The voice belonged to the one and only Voldermort, AKA, Tom Riddle. "Soon this body will be mine and there is nothing you can do to stop it. You will be trapped inside your own mind with only the ability to watch as I live your life."

No! Harry cried out in his mind. This was his life and he would never let Voldermort take it over. The dark wizard had always taken his parents and Harry would be damned before he lost his body to this monster as well. I won't allow you to take my body. Dumbledore will stop you. He would never let that happen.

Voldermort spoke once again with laughter behind his words. "Do you honestly think that old fool can save you? The only reason he has kept you alive this long is because he has a precise time he wants you to die. He has known he would throw you to the snakes since the moment you were born. He raised you like a cow to slaughter. It's ironic that I am called a monster when is just as guilty as I am. Dumbledore always has his own agenda, just ask his brother about what happened to his sister. Your hero is not as noble as he has led you to believe."

Harry couldn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it. Voldermort was just trying to shake his trust in Dumbledore. The Headmaster of Hogwarts would never do something so sinister would he? Dumbledore believed in saving life, not destroying it. Harry told himself he had to remember what the Headmaster once told him about how Voldermort was good at manipulating people and making them believe whatever he said no matter how far fetched it may seem. Dumbledore would never do that. He isn't like you who kills for pure joy. Dumbledore is the greatest wizard alive because he cares about everyone. Anyone can be evil Tom, but it takes an exceptionally strong person to be able to resist the dark and fight for the good. You're the weak one and in the end your hatred will be your downfall and when that happens I am going to be there to watch. You won't get my body Tom, I have to much to live for.

"In the end that will be your downfall." Voldermort stated as he continued to look in the glass at his reflection. "Emotional attachment will be what kills you Harry Potter. You would die for those you love and I do not have that problem. I will kill my most trusted Death Eater simply because I feel like it. Good does not always win against evil and I am going to prove that by bringing down the Wizarding world's on hope for a brighter future. I will tear this world down before stripping it and remolding it in to what i desire and there is absolutely nothing you can do about. All those people you love? I will kill them while in your body and you will have no other choice than to watch. Maybe I will keep a few of them alive, torture them in to insanity until they beg for death. The little redheaded girl you fancy will be first. I'm not going to kill her. I'll give her to one of my death eaters. They would love to break her in. Her brother will die since he is a waste of space. I think I will keep the mudblood for myself. She has potential despite her dirty blood."

Harry saw red and he wished he could something, but since this was a dream there wasn't much he could do. If you touch Hermione or any of my friends, I swear that I will-

"You'll do what?" Voldermort interrupted with another dark laugh. "There isn't anything you can do Potter. Enjoy what time you have left in your body because I can promise you won't have it for much longer. To ensure you won't cause anymore trouble, I am making sure you won't remember this dream. I will be seeing you very soon."

Harry woke up with a start. He was covered in sweat and shivering. He knew he must have had a nightmare, but for some reason he could not remember what it had been about. Deciding that he wasn't going to get anymore sleep, he went down to the common room. He would work on some homework and maybe it would distract him from the irrational fear coursing through him.

TBC...

AN: I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter. I know it is short, but I warned you all they would be. This chapter sets up things for what will happen next.

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