Chapter 12
A/N: Sorry for the enormous delay people! I made it to 50 reviews! Thank you! Seems like many of you
want me to kill Cedric once more. Well, we shall see to his fate! In the meantime ... happy reading!
"Riddle." Harry said coldy.
"Now now, no need to be rude. Please do call me either by Lord Voldemort or Master." His voice dripping with sarcasm.
"In your dreams."
"More rather in YOUR dreams, Harry Potter."
"What?"
"You see, my scar-headed little friend. We are currently in your dreams opposed to mine. Your mudblood-loving jackass of a headmaster protects you well. Obviously, I can penetrate any protection and can destroy every haven he creates. But here, he can't protect you. In your own mind. It was a stroke of luck that you didn't finish those Occlumency lessons Harry, it makes it a lot easier for me to break in here. You've made my job easier than all those stupid, brainless, stupid excuse of Deatheaters combined. For that, I thank you." Voldemort bared an aweful and fake smile that made Harry sick to the stomach.
"I have never been your friend and never will be, so dream on. You can't possibly hurt me, this is just some kind of bluff." Harry said, in a noticably tremored tone.
"Oh can't I?" Harry instantly felt a penetration of his body. He wasn't going to show any signs of weakness. No matter how much his body wanter him to scream out in pain and curl up on the ground, Harry stood there fearless and without a tear in his eye. After a minute or so, the pain finally died down.
"Wasn't that fun Pottie?" Voldemort teased. "We'll give your body a rest before round two shall we? In the mean-time why not have a little chat? What do you say?"
Harry refused to answer him, to sink to his level. It also gave him time to think and plot how to get out of his state of mind.
"Why aren't you answering me? Imperius!" Voldemort shouted.
Harry remained silence, he'd learn how to fight off the Imperious curse completely years ago. It didn't affect him at all. Voldemort was surprised, but in a good way.
"That's surprising, but I like strong men like you. Like I said before Pottie, We have many things in common."
"I am nothing like you, you foul lame-ass excuse of a human. You're not even man enough to face death!" Hary said.
"No need to be rude Pottie. I am able to face death, just not willing to." Harry snorted at that comment. He needed to keep Riddle busy in order to think. He looked at his surroundings, nothing that he could use. No wand, not even a candlestick to hit Riddle on the head with. (A/N: This is not the end of the chapter but I'll update it later.)
Harry Potter was trying to see past the thick curtain of smoke. A shadowy figure moved closer but was still hidden behind the fog.
"Welcome to my little playground, Potter." The man sneered. Harry reconised that voice."Riddle." Harry said coldy.
"Now now, no need to be rude. Please do call me either by Lord Voldemort or Master." His voice dripping with sarcasm.
"In your dreams."
"More rather in YOUR dreams, Harry Potter."
"What?"
"You see, my scar-headed little friend. We are currently in your dreams opposed to mine. Your mudblood-loving jackass of a headmaster protects you well. Obviously, I can penetrate any protection and can destroy every haven he creates. But here, he can't protect you. In your own mind. It was a stroke of luck that you didn't finish those Occlumency lessons Harry, it makes it a lot easier for me to break in here. You've made my job easier than all those stupid, brainless, stupid excuse of Deatheaters combined. For that, I thank you." Voldemort bared an aweful and fake smile that made Harry sick to the stomach.
"I have never been your friend and never will be, so dream on. You can't possibly hurt me, this is just some kind of bluff." Harry said, in a noticably tremored tone.
"Oh can't I?" Harry instantly felt a penetration of his body. He wasn't going to show any signs of weakness. No matter how much his body wanter him to scream out in pain and curl up on the ground, Harry stood there fearless and without a tear in his eye. After a minute or so, the pain finally died down.
"Wasn't that fun Pottie?" Voldemort teased. "We'll give your body a rest before round two shall we? In the mean-time why not have a little chat? What do you say?"
Harry refused to answer him, to sink to his level. It also gave him time to think and plot how to get out of his state of mind.
"Why aren't you answering me? Imperius!" Voldemort shouted.
Harry remained silence, he'd learn how to fight off the Imperious curse completely years ago. It didn't affect him at all. Voldemort was surprised, but in a good way.
"That's surprising, but I like strong men like you. Like I said before Pottie, We have many things in common."
"I am nothing like you, you foul lame-ass excuse of a human. You're not even man enough to face death!" Hary said.
"No need to be rude Pottie. I am able to face death, just not willing to." Harry snorted at that comment. He needed to keep Riddle busy in order to think. He looked at his surroundings, nothing that he could use. No wand, not even a candlestick to hit Riddle on the head with. (A/N: This is not the end of the chapter but I'll update it later.)
