This stuff is old.... was chapters 2-4 now is one BIG chapter 2.

If you are reading this reveiw! I don't care if it is a flame! I just want to know someone is reading this!

Disclaimer: I am *so* sick of writing this. Its *not* mine! The underlined bold comments are my beta's. I deleted them where they might be distracting. Luckily for her, I am a perfectionist and she didn't have to deal with spelling errors too much.

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Harry jolted awake. Where the hell am I ? The shadows where in a different location. The ceiling was painted a warm pale green. Definitely not at the Durselys'. Not Gryffindor dorms, either.

Harry looked to his side, where an elegant raven looked at him sagely.

Hi, there. Do you know where I am? Harry whispered.

The raven nodded.

Harry laughed. The raven was just as intelligent as Hedwig! Well then, where are we?

The raven's look turned into one disgust.

You are in the Hufflepuff dorms, stop bothering him. Sammy hates stupid humans. A grumpy voice piped up. Suddenly it all came flooding back to Harry. Shit, still dreaming.

Come on. Dumbledore is waiting. To-Voldermort growled.

Harry wisely kept silent on the long trip to the Defense Against Dark Arts office.

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Sleep. Need sleep. Must sleep. Will sleep after Dumbledore does his thing. Sleep. Tom thoughts repeated like a mantra.

When they got to Dumbledore's office the feeling that something was wrong got stronger. Dumbledore wasn't his normal frighteningly cheery self. Good. Can't stand cheer this early in the morning. Still he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right with the world. Tom turned to leave.

Tom, if you will please sit down, instructed Dumbledore.

Huh? Tom sat.

There was an attack on the orphanage. The Muggle police want you to help them calm the remaining children enough so that they can figure out what happened. Tom's breathing quickened, he felt dizzy. It seemed that all his blood had drained from his body, leaving him light-headed.

How many survived? Is that my voice? Funny , it doesn't sound like me. Sounds too aloof, and annoyed. Why? There's nothing to be annoyed about, everything is perfect.

Harry's face drained its color. Didn't think the voice was that bad! Hmm. He must have eaten something that disagreed with him. Poor boy. Hope he gets better.

Dumbledore watched him carefully. Four. None of them are in any condition to speak. Huh? What's he talking about? Who can't speak? Why?

Oh... Let the authorities know that I will do anything I can to help. There's that voice again. Doesn't sound very sincere. Wonder why it even bothered saying that, then. Oh well, not my problem.

I will. Tom you are dismissed. Ooh! This is fun, the body is moving without me!! Wee!

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Harry watched in complete bewilderment as Voldemort walked by. For the first time in his bizarre dream he wasn't having trouble thinking of him as Voldemort.

Why don't you tell me about Voldemort? I believe that the knowledge is about to come in handy, said Dumbledore in a deceptively mild voice.

This is a dream, right? Who could it possibly harm?

All right. Harry sighed and began.

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Meanwhile

What am I doing? Well, that's obvious, I am brewing a potion, but why? Tom became agitated, he didn't like the idea of his body running amuck on its own. He had the distinct feeling that there was a reason, and he wouldn't like it one bit.

Hush. Everything is fine. Just rest, be happy. You deserve it, A soothing voice cooed to him, filled with love and respect.

Oh. Of course you're right. How silly of me. Thank you.

The voice filled with gratitude. No problem. Why don't you rest now? I can handle this silly thing. The voice indicated the potion.

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Somewhere in the Netherlands

Dai Llewellyn snorted to himself. It was almost too easy. The kid was so desperate for affection that he would even accept if from a little voice in his head! Of course that was one of the reasons Dai had chosen him.

Ugh. Blood on my robes. At least I got some fun out of it, but *still* those little brats bled on me! Muggles. Damn them all. Tomorrow he's all mine. He considered, briefly, cackling evilly.

Dai chuckled lightly to himself. The boy's a fag!! Who would have thought? Hmm. What did that scarred Mudblood call him? Voldemort... I like it, saves me the trouble of coming up with one myself.

Dai was feeling perky this morning. He crossed 1. Take over angsty Slytherin's mind. off his plan to rid the world of muggles. They were only good for fuck toys. They were easily replaceable as that, too. He did love the look of fear in their eyes when he practiced magic on them, though.

As soon as Tom saw the bodies and drank the potion it was permanent. Tom's soul would be destroyed leaving an empty shell for him to control utterly. Ahh. The wonders that magic allow.

Fuck! I am late for practice! Parkin's going to kill me!!!

He grabbed his broom and was off.
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AN: No, Dai doesn't actually know that Harry *is* a , he just doesn't like him. Kinda like the dumbasses that run around calling term papers gay, as if they had any sexuality at all! Oh, yes this is a mini chapter, meaning it will probably be added to the previous chapters... sorry. I need time to wallow. Wallowing is good for angst, right? (They like the other term papers in a special way...)