This idea was a stroke of brilliance and I am so proud of it!

Also, I will be updating Heir to Love too... Love you.

This is predicated on two ideas. Dreams are a great way to see into Voldemort's eyes, and Wormtail cannot be dumb based on his feats of magic.

"So... Wormtail, what are the chances of our boy managing the Triwizard tournament on his lonesome?" Voldemort's smooth, silky tone drew Harry's attention in the dream. It was impossibly loud to him, drawing him from the void to the magic of the agonizing dream.

Wormtail, cowering before his master, went and turned cold. His eyes oddly bright in the dim firelight. "Yes but not by his own hand.:" Harry recoiled, looking at the man in a new light. The intelligence present in Wormtail's aura was something he had never expected from the man. "Harry is capable, we saw that when he stopped a hundred dementors with a single patronus. However, every other incident in which he did something amazing it was after someone helped him. Dumbledore's bird, The Protection of his mother, the time turner and plan from Dumbledore as your spy has told us. The boy has potential, amazing and vast, but I cannot believe he can do this on his own. He is far too used to others holding his hand, your spy overheard him, he did not even know of the Deatheaters, his mortal enemies, until they attacked during the World Cup.

There is little chance of Dumbledore intervening either, he allows the boy to return to his profoundly abusive, magic hating Uncle and Aunt, he never stopped any of the signs of your rise or the actions of your followers. I am sure he knew of my presence but did little to stop me. Harry will pass, but it will be by his own hand, but by those that love him, that help him, that will sustain the cycle of his abuse by offering breadcrumbs the boy will so desperately devour, thinking they are but a feast."

Harry recoiled once more, shaking. 'Breadcrumbs and a feast... I... what does that even mean?'

Voldemort laughed. "Cowardly you may be, but you are rather intelligent, as intelligent as any other Marauder... the boy is so alone?"

"More than anyone I have ever seen before. He has few friends, during the second year when his parseltongue was discovered the entire school turned against him. Even a few professors. The boy has few connections and those he has he is obsessive over. Like Hagrid, who endangers him more with his monstrous creatures than even you have endangered him. Or McGonagall who chose to ignore his realizations of your plans to take the Stone all those years ago. He is seen as reasonably talented but not by the standard of his amazing parents, both of whom even you admired enough to offer them a place in your army." That made Harry gap, he had never heard of such a thing about his parents. However what caught him more was the painful truth of Wormtail's words, about his peers, his teachers... the loneliness that pervaded his entire life. "The worst thing about Harry is his laziness though, he makes no efforts to excel though he could surpass his parents, and he never tries to make friends or avenge the abuses he suffered though he easily could with his money and contacts... the boy almost seems to prefer being alone, being less than despite his immeasurable potential. Proof of this is how the traps for the Stone were tailored to Harry and his friends. Or how he never notices how utterly dangerous Hogwarts is and has been for him personally, he craves it and never tries to make it safer. The boy does not think much for himself, more proof of this is his obsession with Dumbledore besides barely knowing him."

"I see." Voldemort said. " Then we will have to be sure the boy is allowed to pass the challenges to come. Once more, Harry Potter must be led to the successful conclusion, if only by the powers of others."

The dream shattered then and Harry found himself awake, but not in pain. "The hell?" He whispered, shaking from the awfulness of the dream. The words rang in his head. "Am I really so lazy... and do I really isolate myself..." he sighed. "I only got through the traps because they were tailor made... I wam the youngest seeker, Hermione is uber logical, Ron is an amazing chess player, we fought a troll before, and Hagrid is a big mouth...

Second year, Hagrid got me to go into a den of man eating spiders, spiders that should not even be there. Hermione did the bulk of the work in all ways. Fawkes stopped the Basilik's worse powers and gave me the hat, then healed me...but I still managed to fight it. If it wasn't for Dumbledore telling us to use the Time Turner we never would have saved Sirius... yeah I stopped the Dementors with a single spell, but that is really all I did.

I have potential, but I keep on letting it slide. If I want to survive this damn tournament, I need to be better, stronger, smarter... and not just about spells and stuff, I need to be better all together. Hogwarts really is a death trap... the Basilisk could have killed everyone if it burst into the Great Hall, the Dementors probably caused llfe long damage to so many kids... I really need to be better, to do better... I... I am tired of just getting by, I am tired of the betrayals and fair weather friends." Sitting tall, a surge went through Harry. "That's it, I am done with it all. From here on out, I do better, I am better. I won't take anyone's shit, I won't get by through pity or kindness. If Voldemort wants to come after me, then he can bring it. I will fight him with all I got.

First things first, Hermione. We need to talk, then she can help me get started. I want her safe too... and together we can read up, learn spells and she can educate me on the multitudes I am missing. Yeah... that sounds great."

Satisfied, Harry laid back down and went to sleep, finally seeing an actual future ahead of him instead of merely the next five minutes...

And all from a dream of his worst enemy...

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a lot of fun.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.