Harry Potter:

The Worst Year

By...Me!

Chapter 2

Dream or Reality?

Harry's scar burst out with pain as he fell to the ground. Not only was he unprotected he could barely walk with out crutches. His situation was hopeless. He had no mother to die for him. He had no protection except for his mudblood Uncle Vernon. Malfoy was right he was pitiful compared to the dark Lord. He knew who was behind him. He felt the goose bumps spread all over his body.

"Potter...We meet again," Voldemort said coldly. With a voice so cold that it sent shivers up his spine. His made his scar burst out with pain. Harry knew all hope was lost. He feared the worst: death. He remembered a lesson that he had learned, `There is no fear except for fear it self. ` He stood perfectly still as terrible memories of the third task floated freshly in his mind as if it had only happened yesterday. For the third time he felt the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. He rolled once again onto his back. His eyes watering in pain. He was lying flat on his back, on the cold, stone, pavement. He regained his balance and stood up his leg shacking madly underneath of him.

"Potter, I'm going to let you fight at your best." At that Voldemort flicked his wand and Harry's cast flew off and his leg was instantaneously fixed. Then he flicked his wand and Harry felt 100% better. He stood up and pulled his wand out of his jean pocket.

Yes, Harry did know what he was facing. He was facing the Avada Kedvara curse. He wasn't going to die lying at Voldemort's feet. He was going to die upright and proud. How his father died. He realized that he didn't fear death anymore. He decided on `What comes, comes and I'll face it when it does. ` He took a deep breath and looked into those pitiless eyes. Voldemort's red eyes burned fiercefully into Harry's green eyes. Harry's scar was burning fiercefully on his for head. He backed up a few paces.

He looked around to see that he had been fully surrounded by deatheaters. None of whom were wearing their uniforms. They only wore long green with silver on the inside robes. He looked around to see Draco standing next the Lucius. Draco just smirked.

"Scared Potter?" Malfoy said unsympathetically.

"You wish!" Harry lied. He knew it wasn't true deep down. He tried not to feel the fear, but he couldn't help it. His situation was too hopeless.

"Potter, There is no way to escape! My deatheaters already have orders. You are not getting away this time!"

He knew this was true, but deep down he knew it wasn't. He knew that he pulled out of Voldemort's attacks before. He didn't know what he could possibly do. You can't use magic outside of Hogwarts right? He couldn't think of a spell that could help him. Even if Harry was at his best: He was out numbered at least 40 to 1! He needed some help. He knew that he was on his own.

Voldemort's face contorted into a grin. "Say good bye to your memories!"

"STOP!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs, even though his voice was still very hoarse.

"What now Potter?" Voldemort said.

"Um...I-I was w-wondering..."Harry said with traces of fear in his voice. Voldemort smirked at this. He had the satisfaction of him being scared, or more likely petrified with fear. "I-If y-y-you could tell me why you w-w-wanted to kill me in the first place?"

"What a quite long story it is...Of course you know that your father was a pureblood?"

Harry nodded.

"And your mother a pureblood?"

Harry just stared astonished.

"Yes, Harry your mother was a pureblood. He was 1/2 Witch and 1/2 Vampire. Witch means you are 25% vampire and 75% Wizard. I didn't want to kill Lilly...Lilly Riddle!"

Harry just stood there still gaping. He was related to Voldemort? Voldemort was his grandfather!

"Potter, can you believe it? You are the heir of Slytherin...My heir! You are also of course the heir of Gryffindor! Through your dad...

"Did you ever hear of this prediction...I forgot who said it, but it went something like this, `The heir of Gryffindor will bring down the heir of Slytherin? I never believed it. But, now I realized that I should of. For James was the heir of Gryffindor and so are you! You brought me down 14 years ago! But after I say the magic words you won't remember any of this!" Voldemort said as he raised his wand. All that Harry could do was gulp. He tried to remember the good times. He had a bad feeling in his stomach as he stood, surrounded by deatheaters, ready to get hit by a memory charm. He could feel everyone in the circle tense up as Voldemort shrieked "OBLIVIATE!" A bright blue light emitted from Voldemort's wand and left Harry hurdling straight into the wall of deatheaters. He fell straight to his back and looked into the face of Lord Voldemort himself.

"W-Who am I?" Harry stammered.

"You? You are Tom Marlovo Riddle Jr. You are a pure blood. You are the heir of Slytherin! You are my son! You are also a deatheater!" Voldemort started. "You are to obey me! If you don't you will be punished, by me! You are 15 years old and you are just starting Hogwarts! You moved from Durmstrang Academy in May of this year! Got it?"

"Yeah," Said Harry or should I say Tom?

"Malfoy jr." Voldemort called forth.

"Yes master?" A boy around 15 walked up from the next to the tall man that probly was his father. He had sleek blond hair and a very pail face.

"You are ordered to help Tom get his things for his fifth year at Hogwarts." The tall man with Fire red eyes picked up the one he called Malfoy up by the collar of his robe and muttered something to him. Voldemort quickly dropped him and Draco went back to where he was in the circle. Tom felt very confused.

He heard someone in the distance calling a name Harry. It seemed so close yet so far away. He was being sucked away from Voldemort and he sat up in a hospital bed.

It was a dream right? It had to be. You can't feel pain in dreams, but Harry clearly did. Was it a dream? Or was it reality?

Authors note: Is it a dream? Is it reality? Find out! As soon as I get my next chapter up. Sorry it was shorter. I'm trying to end the chapters with a bang. Lol. Well here's a shout out to all my reviewers,

beefywpac: I'm glad you liked the fic! ^_^

Glorialover: Thanks...I haven't got a chance to check your fic, but when I do I'll read it! I'm going as fast as I can, but all of this chapter was a dream or was it?

Sabre Black: Lol...*psst* He is a git. True...very true.