Harry's Dream
Harry was exhausted. When Snape had caught Harry putting some magical powder in Malfoy's potion during morning potions class, changing it to a transmutation potion that would change Malfoy into a rabbit. Snape had kicked him out into the hall and promised him that he would get an F for the quarter. Even though he hated Snape's class, he was devastated by the F. It would be the worst grade he had ever gotten. He slumped into bed and began to dream.
He was in a dark room, and he could barely make out the lines of Voldemort. To his surprise, Voldemort made no attempt to hurt him in any manner. Instead, he began to speak.
"I am the good side of Voldemort, and although I am very faint, I have wishes and dreams. I wish I could go back to my child's life, before the event that changed my life. I had been so innocent, born into a wizarding family. I was just another child, just like every other. When I went to Hogwarts, things began to change for me. In my second year as a Slytherin, I was researching a project for defense against the dark arts when I came upon an ancient scroll, hidden where one would not find it at a glance. Like most children, I was curios. When I opened the scroll and started reading it, I found that I could not tear myself away, almost as if there was some magical force causing me to continue reading. The scroll taught me things that no teacher had ever taught me before, they showed me dark forces and abilities to control minds. At the same time as teaching me these things it made me hungry for power. The scroll twisted me. Me, the good side, tried to convince my evil side not to take in any of it, but the evil side simply dismissed me. I knew that I was losing influence to the scroll. I told the evil side that it wasn't supposed to be there, but the evil side just said it was a good thing that it was. I left school, and studied and improved his magical skills until they could get no better. He then went into towns, gathering followers who were power-driven just like me. He kept doing that, showing his magical powers when necessary until he had a large circle of followers. Still none of the good wizarding world knew about this. Then showed himself, raiding towns and capturing hostages. Good wizards tried to stand up to me, but I destroyed them. Every person I killed made me slip even further back into my mind. I was like bulldozer, crushing everything in my way. Until I came to you. I was actually grateful to you for at least temporarily depriving me of my powers. I thought, now that I had no more power, that I would gain influence again, but I was wrong. I had been to twisted by power, and knew how it felt for me to be able to come back. Now I can only hope that somehow I am stopped, or my evil side sees my wrongdoings."
Harry was exhausted. When Snape had caught Harry putting some magical powder in Malfoy's potion during morning potions class, changing it to a transmutation potion that would change Malfoy into a rabbit. Snape had kicked him out into the hall and promised him that he would get an F for the quarter. Even though he hated Snape's class, he was devastated by the F. It would be the worst grade he had ever gotten. He slumped into bed and began to dream.
He was in a dark room, and he could barely make out the lines of Voldemort. To his surprise, Voldemort made no attempt to hurt him in any manner. Instead, he began to speak.
"I am the good side of Voldemort, and although I am very faint, I have wishes and dreams. I wish I could go back to my child's life, before the event that changed my life. I had been so innocent, born into a wizarding family. I was just another child, just like every other. When I went to Hogwarts, things began to change for me. In my second year as a Slytherin, I was researching a project for defense against the dark arts when I came upon an ancient scroll, hidden where one would not find it at a glance. Like most children, I was curios. When I opened the scroll and started reading it, I found that I could not tear myself away, almost as if there was some magical force causing me to continue reading. The scroll taught me things that no teacher had ever taught me before, they showed me dark forces and abilities to control minds. At the same time as teaching me these things it made me hungry for power. The scroll twisted me. Me, the good side, tried to convince my evil side not to take in any of it, but the evil side simply dismissed me. I knew that I was losing influence to the scroll. I told the evil side that it wasn't supposed to be there, but the evil side just said it was a good thing that it was. I left school, and studied and improved his magical skills until they could get no better. He then went into towns, gathering followers who were power-driven just like me. He kept doing that, showing his magical powers when necessary until he had a large circle of followers. Still none of the good wizarding world knew about this. Then showed himself, raiding towns and capturing hostages. Good wizards tried to stand up to me, but I destroyed them. Every person I killed made me slip even further back into my mind. I was like bulldozer, crushing everything in my way. Until I came to you. I was actually grateful to you for at least temporarily depriving me of my powers. I thought, now that I had no more power, that I would gain influence again, but I was wrong. I had been to twisted by power, and knew how it felt for me to be able to come back. Now I can only hope that somehow I am stopped, or my evil side sees my wrongdoings."