"Voldemort!" Harry looked up and caught evil itself looking down at him. Harry glared at the thing, not even fit to be called human anymore, with hate and fear beyond any belief.
"Potter! Surprised to see me?" He snarled in return. He stared down at Harry with a look of pure hatred in his eyes that made the one he got from Snape look like a smile. Harry's face must have shown how he was feeling at that time because after looking at him for a moment Voldemort tilted his head back and laughed his evil high pitched laugh. "You call me Voldemort, yet you are scared of me Potter. That just proves that you are somewhat stupid."
Harry just stood there quivering slightly, trying to find something to say. A few moments passed in silence as Harry just stared at the thing of evil standing before him. Voldemort just stared straight back with an evil smug grin on his mockery of a face. Suddenly Voldemort reached inside his robes and pulled out his wand. The action seemed almost in slow motion but Harry found himself unable to move as Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and screamed in his inhumanly high pitched voice, "Avada Kedravra"
Harry sat up in his bed biting his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out, cold sweat dripping down his forehead as he fought not to wake up his dorm-mates. Breathing heavily he opened his curtains and swung his legs over the side of his bed and made his way down to the common room, not even bothering to try and go back to sleep even though it was still dark. Once he reached the common room he lit the fire ('Incendio') and then sat in the couch in front of the fire, contemplating the dream he had just had, and in fact the dream that he had been having repeatedly for some time now, even before he taken the dreaded seventh year exams the NEWTs. He had hoped that once the stress of the NEWTs was out of the way, that this dream would stop. But… it hadn't. The lack of sleep and tiredness was beginning to show.
His friends had begun to ask him questions about this, but he kept getting asked questions by Ron who was becoming particularly worried about his best friend as his was empty every morning. Ron had told Hermione and Ginny about this and they kept asking him the same questions over and over again in the hopes that he would slip up and tell them what was wrong with him. But to no avail. The only person he seemed to be confiding in was Dumbledore. Sometimes he would tell the three of them something, sometimes he would just tell one of them. More often than not he wouldn't say anything.
Harry sat downstairs in front of the warm fire, watching the flames crackling and giving off a warm orange glow around the dark room. He sat there for several hours trying to forget his dreams. Before he knew it there was light pouring in form the common room window. Harry stood up, stretched and made his way to the Head showers that Ron had given him the password to.
Once he was inside the Head bathroom, he stripped down and stepped under the shower to try and clean away the dreams, the black rims around his eyes, the stress lines beginning to cut into his face and to forget the need for something he hasn't got. He stood under the shower for a good hour or so before changing and heading back down to the common room.
"Harry!! There you are! Dumbledore sent me to get you he said it's urgent." He practically yelled and grabbed Harry dragging him through the portrait and up to Dumbledores office.
"Harry, Ron, sit down." Dumbledore gestured to chairs and they sat in them next Hermione and Ginny, before he continued. "There has been an abduction." Everyone gasped
"Wh-Who is it Professor?" Harry stammered.
Dumbledore looked at him gravely, over his half-moon spectacles, without even a trace of a twinkle in his usually bright blue eyes. Instead he looked extremely old an extremely tired as he had done when he had told Harry about the prophecy which concerned Harry and Voldemort.
"Miss Chang." He said gravely "She went missing some time last night, she was last seem by Michael Corner. I believe you were once somewhat more than an acquaintance of hers. Am I right Harry?" Harry nodded. He could have laughed if it were a different situation; Dumbledore seemed to know absolutely everything that went on in the school. Somehow. Dumbledore continued "I'm afraid that is not all Harry, Michael returned here with a note, when we found him he was lying unconscious in the Entrance Hall. He doesn't remember what happened; it seems he has been obliviated." He handed Harry the note.
Potter, If you want to see your first crush again, you know what you have to do. If you don't comply the consequences will be dire.
Harry's breathe caught in his throat and he looked up at Dumbledore fearfully prepared for the worst. "What does he want?" He choked out.
"What did he say to you in your encounter last year?" Harry shuddered at the memory of his last meeting with evil.
"He said…" His voice caught, Hermione slipped off the chair to join him on the floor and held his hand supportively. Ginny did the same. "He said, he wouldn't kill me if I were to become one of his servants…He wants me to be…" A tear rolled down his face at the realization of what this could mean "…A Death Eater. He almost whispered. He couldn't bear to bring his eyes to look at the old man, his Headmaster, his mentor, his friend, or anyone else. He felt a small shaking hand reach up under his chin, and pull his face up to meet her gaze.
"You're not doing this Harry." She virtually squeaked "You are not becoming a…a…Death Eater. You're better than that." She looked meaningfully into her eyes and knew that she was right.
"Thanks, Gin. What would I do without you?" He continued to look into his friends deep chocolate brown eyes and sighed. He squeezed her hand a little. Hermione moved and sat on the chair with Ron. He looked up at Dumbledore finding confidence from the warmth of Ginny's touch and asked; "What else can I do Albus?"
"I think it's time Harry." Hermione and Ginny looked horrified, and Ginny squeezed Harry's hand tighter. Ron looked utterly confused for a second before his face change to realization and then to horror, like the two. Harry gulped slightly before steeling himself and stood up with a determined but resigned look on his face. "I'm afraid you are not going yet. We will find Miss Chang, but you need time to come to terms with what you are going to have to do first and perhaps clear things up, and finish school first?" Harry nodded and turned to leave pulling Ginny with him reluctant to let her go.
Once he got outside the door, he let go of Ginny's hand and ran full speed back to Gryffindor tower.
"Potter! Surprised to see me?" He snarled in return. He stared down at Harry with a look of pure hatred in his eyes that made the one he got from Snape look like a smile. Harry's face must have shown how he was feeling at that time because after looking at him for a moment Voldemort tilted his head back and laughed his evil high pitched laugh. "You call me Voldemort, yet you are scared of me Potter. That just proves that you are somewhat stupid."
Harry just stood there quivering slightly, trying to find something to say. A few moments passed in silence as Harry just stared at the thing of evil standing before him. Voldemort just stared straight back with an evil smug grin on his mockery of a face. Suddenly Voldemort reached inside his robes and pulled out his wand. The action seemed almost in slow motion but Harry found himself unable to move as Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and screamed in his inhumanly high pitched voice, "Avada Kedravra"
Harry sat up in his bed biting his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out, cold sweat dripping down his forehead as he fought not to wake up his dorm-mates. Breathing heavily he opened his curtains and swung his legs over the side of his bed and made his way down to the common room, not even bothering to try and go back to sleep even though it was still dark. Once he reached the common room he lit the fire ('Incendio') and then sat in the couch in front of the fire, contemplating the dream he had just had, and in fact the dream that he had been having repeatedly for some time now, even before he taken the dreaded seventh year exams the NEWTs. He had hoped that once the stress of the NEWTs was out of the way, that this dream would stop. But… it hadn't. The lack of sleep and tiredness was beginning to show.
His friends had begun to ask him questions about this, but he kept getting asked questions by Ron who was becoming particularly worried about his best friend as his was empty every morning. Ron had told Hermione and Ginny about this and they kept asking him the same questions over and over again in the hopes that he would slip up and tell them what was wrong with him. But to no avail. The only person he seemed to be confiding in was Dumbledore. Sometimes he would tell the three of them something, sometimes he would just tell one of them. More often than not he wouldn't say anything.
Harry sat downstairs in front of the warm fire, watching the flames crackling and giving off a warm orange glow around the dark room. He sat there for several hours trying to forget his dreams. Before he knew it there was light pouring in form the common room window. Harry stood up, stretched and made his way to the Head showers that Ron had given him the password to.
Once he was inside the Head bathroom, he stripped down and stepped under the shower to try and clean away the dreams, the black rims around his eyes, the stress lines beginning to cut into his face and to forget the need for something he hasn't got. He stood under the shower for a good hour or so before changing and heading back down to the common room.
"Harry!! There you are! Dumbledore sent me to get you he said it's urgent." He practically yelled and grabbed Harry dragging him through the portrait and up to Dumbledores office.
"Harry, Ron, sit down." Dumbledore gestured to chairs and they sat in them next Hermione and Ginny, before he continued. "There has been an abduction." Everyone gasped
"Wh-Who is it Professor?" Harry stammered.
Dumbledore looked at him gravely, over his half-moon spectacles, without even a trace of a twinkle in his usually bright blue eyes. Instead he looked extremely old an extremely tired as he had done when he had told Harry about the prophecy which concerned Harry and Voldemort.
"Miss Chang." He said gravely "She went missing some time last night, she was last seem by Michael Corner. I believe you were once somewhat more than an acquaintance of hers. Am I right Harry?" Harry nodded. He could have laughed if it were a different situation; Dumbledore seemed to know absolutely everything that went on in the school. Somehow. Dumbledore continued "I'm afraid that is not all Harry, Michael returned here with a note, when we found him he was lying unconscious in the Entrance Hall. He doesn't remember what happened; it seems he has been obliviated." He handed Harry the note.
Potter, If you want to see your first crush again, you know what you have to do. If you don't comply the consequences will be dire.
Harry's breathe caught in his throat and he looked up at Dumbledore fearfully prepared for the worst. "What does he want?" He choked out.
"What did he say to you in your encounter last year?" Harry shuddered at the memory of his last meeting with evil.
"He said…" His voice caught, Hermione slipped off the chair to join him on the floor and held his hand supportively. Ginny did the same. "He said, he wouldn't kill me if I were to become one of his servants…He wants me to be…" A tear rolled down his face at the realization of what this could mean "…A Death Eater. He almost whispered. He couldn't bear to bring his eyes to look at the old man, his Headmaster, his mentor, his friend, or anyone else. He felt a small shaking hand reach up under his chin, and pull his face up to meet her gaze.
"You're not doing this Harry." She virtually squeaked "You are not becoming a…a…Death Eater. You're better than that." She looked meaningfully into her eyes and knew that she was right.
"Thanks, Gin. What would I do without you?" He continued to look into his friends deep chocolate brown eyes and sighed. He squeezed her hand a little. Hermione moved and sat on the chair with Ron. He looked up at Dumbledore finding confidence from the warmth of Ginny's touch and asked; "What else can I do Albus?"
"I think it's time Harry." Hermione and Ginny looked horrified, and Ginny squeezed Harry's hand tighter. Ron looked utterly confused for a second before his face change to realization and then to horror, like the two. Harry gulped slightly before steeling himself and stood up with a determined but resigned look on his face. "I'm afraid you are not going yet. We will find Miss Chang, but you need time to come to terms with what you are going to have to do first and perhaps clear things up, and finish school first?" Harry nodded and turned to leave pulling Ginny with him reluctant to let her go.
Once he got outside the door, he let go of Ginny's hand and ran full speed back to Gryffindor tower.