Seduction and Revolution
By: Setsuna-X

Summary: Instead of killing Voldemort, Harry decided to use the power 'the Dark Lord knows not' --Love. And with that helped shape a new world by leading a Revolution. Harry Potter x Voldemort (Tom Riddle) Romance/Drama (not HBP compliant)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything to do w/ his Universe.
Warning: Will contain future guy x guy, which means: Yaoi, shonen-ai, boys' love, slash, etc.
Rating: Pending on T, might go to M


Chapter 2- Dream within a Dream

He was still lying upon his four-poster bed, the blankets tangled up in his legs. Harry sighed as he laid spread eagle on his bed, knowing that he probably wouldn't get any sleep this night. He thought that if he just curled up and thought about something as simple as his classes that he would be able to fall asleep, sadly that wasn't the case. The prophecy was still plaguing his mind no matter how many times he tried to hide it in a corner in his mind.

Dumbledore had said that the 'power the Dark Lord knew not' was love: his love for the innocent, his friends, and for life. For not wishing death and destruction, but peace and birth.

But how could he attack with love?

Harry's brow furrowed in thinking and his pearly white teeth gnawed lightly upon his pink bottom lip, making it rosier.

W-would he have to love Voldemort?

That 6 foot something, pale, pasty, man with snake-like skin and slit nostrils accentuated by flaming crimson eyes. Eyes that had haunted him throughout his fifth year and summer. Those wine colored eyes that were filled with so much power, hatred, and darkness.

"I really see no way about this," muttered Harry to himself, more confused than when he first began. His thoughts seemed to be running in circles again, never ending and hardly beginning. Every time the prophecy came up his thoughts became all jumbled and useless. He figured he'd attempt to go to sleep again.

Harry spared a glance at the window near his bed and was unsurprised by the thick darkness in the sky. 'It's probably the middle of the night,' he thought to himself. Ron's snores echoed off the walls in the dorm while Neville's low meeps vibrated against his lips. Dean was a sound sleeper and had no real quirks, while Seamus usually muttered something about rum and chocolate.

Harry shook his head as he listened to his friends' odd quirks. He wasn't even sure if they knew they did that all in their sleep, they'd probably be embarrassed if they found out. 'I wonder if I have any odd quirks when I'm sleeping,' thought Harry as his eyelids closed again for a second time that night.

The normal dreams of haunting red eyes or nightmares about Sirius' death through the veil didn't plague him tonight, nor did the dreams of quills attacking him for sleeping on books and making wrong potions. This time he found himself in a crouched position behind a tall bookcase that was stacked with ancient texts, worn and weathered through age and use.

Despite being a bit drowsy when he first went to sleep Harry never felt so awake and alert. Warning signals were going off in his head telling him to be careful and cautious. He had these signals since he was a kid and had relied on them to warn him whenever Dudley and his gang were nearby, allowing him to escape on occasion.

He peaked over the side of the ornate, oak book case, quiet and stealthily. He vaguely wondered if Hermione would faint if she ever saw some of these titles the books held. 'The Most Dangerous Game: Mind Tricks to render your Opponent Helpless', 'Squeamish for Blood: 105 Ways to Torture without the sight of Blood', and 'Wandless and Wordless Magic: Book One'. Harry noticed that the books seemed to continue on in a similar dark fashion.

Harry's eyes widened as he took in his surroundings. He hadn't noticed it before but a plush obsidian carpet covered the floor and the walls flared into soft creams that were accentuated by the deep emerald green from the lining on them. Furniture was scattered in the large room. Harry spotted several more book cases near the one he was hiding behind and thought that he was somehow in someone's library, but that was until he saw a desk which was a deep mahogany was situated near a huge fireplace and a king sized bed was placed near the far corner of the room. Near the bed was an armoire made in a similar way as the rest of the furniture. Two nightstands enclosed the bed between them.

A couch was also in the room near the blazing fire in the hearth. Everything in the room looked very comfortable and homely. It was clearly made so a person could easily relax away from the world. Oh how Harry wished he had a room of similar fashion to call his own. Even the 'savior' of the wizarding world needed a place to rest and relax after being stared at and prodded whilst having his life invaded constantly by twinkling headmasters, worried friends, sneaky Slytherins, haunting red eyes, and the wizarding world at large.

Despite the dark colors of the furniture, which would have seemed more ominous in someone else's room, like Snape's, this one however had the nice cream-colored walls to make the room seem less menacingly.

The only sounds in the room seemed to be the crackling wood in the fire and Harry's breathing and heartbeat. His chest began to rise and fall rapidly. Staying on his guard in such a spacious room was becoming stressful.

His stomach let out a low growl, rumbling softly in hunger. He figured his body, even in this dream state, realized that he had skipped breakfast and dinner. At that moment Harry noticed a bowl of fruit sitting innocently on a coffee table that was in front of the couch.

'How could I have missed that?' he asked himself incredulously as his mouth began to water. It wasn't that he simply lived for fruit or anything like that, but the fruit did seem awfully good. It was like coming to an oasis after being out in the desert for 3 days without food or water.

Harry scanned the room thoroughly again to make sure that no other presences were there. He still didn't trust this place, wherever this place was, but it wasn't like he was hiding all too well to begin with. There just weren't many places to be able to curl up and hide himself. Whoever lived here clearly had money to not only keep the place nice and tidy, but to be able to afford all the expensive furniture within it. And since they were rich then it wasn't as if they would miss a few pieces of fruit. Even if he did get caught he was sure he could smile sweetly or something and apologize.

Harry quietly left his hiding place, Moody's "Constant Vigilance" echoing in the back of his mind. He crept forward toward the couch and warm fireplace. When no one seemed to jump out and attack him or yell out the ever muggle 'Freeze!' he figured it was relatively safe to continue.

His body unstiffened as he sat on the extraordinary comfy couch. He let his weary body relax in a sea of cushions, the couch literally sucking him into its' unending comfort. Harry's stomach gave an impatient growl, reminding the raven-haired boy of the reason he had left his hiding spot in the first place.

Harry reached over to the ornate fruit bowl, far too hungry to care if the food was poisoned or not and took a piece of melon. He popped the orange fruit into his mouth, savoring the sweet taste and allowing its flowing, sticky juices to lubricate his parched mouth and throat.

He continued in that same manner, eating up the other fruits such as strawberries, grapes, watermelon, and the tangy slices of oranges. Each fruit was sweet and juicy as sin. The combined tropical flavors caused him to moan in pleasure as the sugary and tart juices combined and trailed slowly down his throat, escaping through the corners of his mouth.

Harry swore that the fruit was enchanted somehow because no fruit in the world was a gratifying and sensuous as this bowl seemed to be. The bowl continued to refill itself each time a certain fruit became scarce and the emerald-eyed boy simply could not stop eating them. His hunger was abated, but he wasn't full either. It was as if he could continue eating this fruit for all eternity. Harry wasn't even aware at how much time had passed, or what time it had been once he entered this room. He was sure that if he had seen something resembling a clock he would have remembered it.

Time had passed as he gorged himself within the bowl filled with sinful fruit. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and reached for another piece of watermelon and slowly placed it in his mouth, the red juice leaving a track down his face, trailing down his pale neck and soaking into his shirt collar. He let out a low, deep moan that vibrated his throat as the fruit left his mouth satisfied.

"POTTER!" barked a deep angry voice.


TBC


A/N: All right then, I didn't think this story would be so popular. I really really want to thank those who read, who have this on their alert/fav/c2 list, and especially to you folks who reviewed. I know that not much happened in this chapter, and I really wasn't planning to update for a while, but w/e. (Sry about the lack of Harry x Voldie interaction, this kinda took a mind of its own when I began typing)

WildChipmunkofYonder – Yes, no Slughorn, no Snape as DADA teacher. I'm trying to ignore the fact that HBP exists. I like your idea of a normal looking teacher. I do want the students to like him in a way so he'll have some kind of alluring feature. I'll try to tone it down though.
Persefone88- Thanks for reading and for your review
- Thanks for the encouragement. I think I'll definitely keep this story.
Lady serinas- I don't know how soon each chapter will come out, but I'll try to keep this fic alive.
animegurl088- Thanks
DestinyEntwinements- … ?
JameseMalfoy- Hmm, you got a lot of very good ideas. I like the eye color thing (I was going to use that as an 'alluring' aspect) and I'm sure that this OC will be competent. (I don't want to spoil the story so much so I won't say anything else)Tsurai no Shi- Don't worry. Having too many suggestions might fry my brain too.
Xelena- I agree, he has the potential, and I'll give him the proper attitude for it too.
noperfect917- Thanks for your review and I appreciate your insight. I'm sure once the Ministry is cleared up a whole bunch of new things will come into light.
Dream Killer- Hmm, I'll definitely give your ideas some consideration, but maybe for another character. I really don't wanna have too many OC's but I think one more wouldn't hurt.
Beater101- Thanks for reading and I hope I'll be able to update a lot. Sorry, but no promises.
FamilyRose- An elf would certainly help get some things running… I'll keep that in mind, thanks!
BlueEyes White Dragon Sorcerer- Sorry for no Harry x Voldie, but you'll see them next chapter, promise.
Sambee- Thanks for reading and for the review.

And to anyone else who reviewed and I missed, sorry but thanks for reading!

Till next chapter!