Harry woke up to a loud cracking sound. He looked up to find
Voldemort across the room. He started. "I-I must be dreaming! You can't
come in here!" he said in shock.
"Yes. This is a dream," Voldemort answered. He moaned, his head in his hands, and sank to the floor. Harry stared.
"What is wrong with you?" Harry asked, unable to help himself.
"The memories...Too many...I hate him..." Voldemort murmured, as if unaware of Harry. Harry continued to stare. This had to be a dream. If Voldemort were really here, he would have killed Harry by now. Voldemort looked up at Harry. "Why YOU? It should have been ME! I HATE HIM!" Harry was totally lost.
Suddenly, Harry's mind was full of painfull memories that didn't belong to him. He saw a young boy at an orfanage. An adult was roughhandling him, and he was crying. Then the boy, older now, was getting hit across the face by the same adult. Then, getting discriminated at Hogwarts because he was a Slytherin. Moaning Myrtle falling down dead. Getting punished by Dumbledore for retaliating against that discrimination. Arguing with Dumbledore because it wasn't fair. Begging the Headmaster to let him stay the summertime too. The adult from the two other memories of the orfanage dragging a verry young Tom into a feild. Then, with the huge sence of shame that pemiated the whole thing growing mountainouse, the memories were abruptly cut off.
"NO! You can't see! St-stay out!" Voldemort cried. He put his head in his hands again, as if that could keep Harry out.
Harry looked at Voldemort, pity growing in him. Something strange had happened to Voldemort. Something that forced him to relive all these painfull memories. Memories he didn't want to relive, let alone let anyone see. Harry wondered what made it happen.
Without warning, Voldemort dissapeared with a small crack, and Harry started. He sat staring at the place where Voldemort had been for a moment, then he laid back down. He was awake for over an hour after that, wondering what that was about. When he fell asleep, he had strange dreams about what he had seen in Voldemort's mind.
Harry went down to breakfast when he next woke up. When he walked into the kitchen, everyone glared at him. His unkle roughly grabbed him and shoved him at an inconsiquential breakfast of a lump of cheeze and some stale bread. He ate quickly. Just as he was about to leave, his unkle said, "Write those freaks today and tell them you're fine."
"There not freaks. There my friends," Harry replied. Vernon smacked him across the face.
"There freaks! And so are you!" he yelled. Harry went up to his room to write to Dumbledore. After a couple of tries, it was done.
Dear Dumbledore,
How have you been? Everything here's been pretty much normal. Something really strange happened last night, though. An old friend we know popped by. I'm not sure if it was a dream or not. Next time I see you, I need to tell you about it. Say hi to all our friends for me, and ask Ron when I will get to come over.
Harry Potter
After tieing it to Hedwig's leg, he sent her off. He hoped they would write back soon. Or, even better, pick him up. He hoped it would be enough to get their attention without giving anything away if it were intercepted. All he could do was wait.
Dumbledore sat reading Harry's letter. After he finished, he was puzzled. 'an old friend popped by'? Did that mean Voldemort? Yes, he and Harry definately needed to talk. Making his decision, Dumbledore made his way to the kitchen, where the Weasleys were.
"Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind reading this letter Harry sent to me and tell me what you think about it? And I think it's about time you invite him over," he said upaun entering. Mrs. Weasley took the letter and read it.
"What does he mean, 'an old friend popped by'? Surely he can't mean- You Know Who?" she asked, handing the letter back to Dumbledore.
"That's what I thought. We need to talk to him. Obviously, he's not hurt. I'll send you and Arther to go and get him," Dumbledore answered.
That night, as Harry rested after a long list of chores, he hered Hedwig tapping at the window. Exited, he got up and flung open the window. Seeing a reply tied to his leg, he pulled it off and tore it open. It was from Ron.
Dear Harry, We were all a little confused by this old friend. Dumbledore wants to talk to you about it. Anyway, Hermiony is over here at the Burrow, and we'd like you to come, too. Ask you're relatives tonight. If they say yes, we'll be there tomorrow at noon. If they say no, we'll be there at noon anyway.
Ron
Harry went downstairs when his relatives called him down. "We've already eaten. Your dinner's there." His aunt pointed to a plate of steamed cabbage and a glass of water.
"Um, one of my friends wrote to me and was wondering if I could come over to his house for the rest of the summer," Harry said as he ate.
His aunt and unkle looked at each other. If they said no, those freaks would think they were mistreating the boy. "If you tell them where you got that bruis on your face, I'll make your life hell next summer," Vernon said. Harry knew this was as close to a yes as he would get. He hurried up to his room and wrote another letter to Ron.
Dear Ron, My aunt and uncle said it would be fine (more or less. They're not always that polite) for you to come. I'm looking forward to seeing all of you again.
Harry
Harry pulled out his picture book and looked at his pictures. For the first time in his life, he was half way greatfull to Voldemort. If he hadn't come by or sent him a dream or whatever, Harry knew he wouldn't be going to the Burrow to see his best friends. When he fell asleep, it was in anticipation of going to see his friends.
"Yes. This is a dream," Voldemort answered. He moaned, his head in his hands, and sank to the floor. Harry stared.
"What is wrong with you?" Harry asked, unable to help himself.
"The memories...Too many...I hate him..." Voldemort murmured, as if unaware of Harry. Harry continued to stare. This had to be a dream. If Voldemort were really here, he would have killed Harry by now. Voldemort looked up at Harry. "Why YOU? It should have been ME! I HATE HIM!" Harry was totally lost.
Suddenly, Harry's mind was full of painfull memories that didn't belong to him. He saw a young boy at an orfanage. An adult was roughhandling him, and he was crying. Then the boy, older now, was getting hit across the face by the same adult. Then, getting discriminated at Hogwarts because he was a Slytherin. Moaning Myrtle falling down dead. Getting punished by Dumbledore for retaliating against that discrimination. Arguing with Dumbledore because it wasn't fair. Begging the Headmaster to let him stay the summertime too. The adult from the two other memories of the orfanage dragging a verry young Tom into a feild. Then, with the huge sence of shame that pemiated the whole thing growing mountainouse, the memories were abruptly cut off.
"NO! You can't see! St-stay out!" Voldemort cried. He put his head in his hands again, as if that could keep Harry out.
Harry looked at Voldemort, pity growing in him. Something strange had happened to Voldemort. Something that forced him to relive all these painfull memories. Memories he didn't want to relive, let alone let anyone see. Harry wondered what made it happen.
Without warning, Voldemort dissapeared with a small crack, and Harry started. He sat staring at the place where Voldemort had been for a moment, then he laid back down. He was awake for over an hour after that, wondering what that was about. When he fell asleep, he had strange dreams about what he had seen in Voldemort's mind.
Harry went down to breakfast when he next woke up. When he walked into the kitchen, everyone glared at him. His unkle roughly grabbed him and shoved him at an inconsiquential breakfast of a lump of cheeze and some stale bread. He ate quickly. Just as he was about to leave, his unkle said, "Write those freaks today and tell them you're fine."
"There not freaks. There my friends," Harry replied. Vernon smacked him across the face.
"There freaks! And so are you!" he yelled. Harry went up to his room to write to Dumbledore. After a couple of tries, it was done.
Dear Dumbledore,
How have you been? Everything here's been pretty much normal. Something really strange happened last night, though. An old friend we know popped by. I'm not sure if it was a dream or not. Next time I see you, I need to tell you about it. Say hi to all our friends for me, and ask Ron when I will get to come over.
Harry Potter
After tieing it to Hedwig's leg, he sent her off. He hoped they would write back soon. Or, even better, pick him up. He hoped it would be enough to get their attention without giving anything away if it were intercepted. All he could do was wait.
Dumbledore sat reading Harry's letter. After he finished, he was puzzled. 'an old friend popped by'? Did that mean Voldemort? Yes, he and Harry definately needed to talk. Making his decision, Dumbledore made his way to the kitchen, where the Weasleys were.
"Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind reading this letter Harry sent to me and tell me what you think about it? And I think it's about time you invite him over," he said upaun entering. Mrs. Weasley took the letter and read it.
"What does he mean, 'an old friend popped by'? Surely he can't mean- You Know Who?" she asked, handing the letter back to Dumbledore.
"That's what I thought. We need to talk to him. Obviously, he's not hurt. I'll send you and Arther to go and get him," Dumbledore answered.
That night, as Harry rested after a long list of chores, he hered Hedwig tapping at the window. Exited, he got up and flung open the window. Seeing a reply tied to his leg, he pulled it off and tore it open. It was from Ron.
Dear Harry, We were all a little confused by this old friend. Dumbledore wants to talk to you about it. Anyway, Hermiony is over here at the Burrow, and we'd like you to come, too. Ask you're relatives tonight. If they say yes, we'll be there tomorrow at noon. If they say no, we'll be there at noon anyway.
Ron
Harry went downstairs when his relatives called him down. "We've already eaten. Your dinner's there." His aunt pointed to a plate of steamed cabbage and a glass of water.
"Um, one of my friends wrote to me and was wondering if I could come over to his house for the rest of the summer," Harry said as he ate.
His aunt and unkle looked at each other. If they said no, those freaks would think they were mistreating the boy. "If you tell them where you got that bruis on your face, I'll make your life hell next summer," Vernon said. Harry knew this was as close to a yes as he would get. He hurried up to his room and wrote another letter to Ron.
Dear Ron, My aunt and uncle said it would be fine (more or less. They're not always that polite) for you to come. I'm looking forward to seeing all of you again.
Harry
Harry pulled out his picture book and looked at his pictures. For the first time in his life, he was half way greatfull to Voldemort. If he hadn't come by or sent him a dream or whatever, Harry knew he wouldn't be going to the Burrow to see his best friends. When he fell asleep, it was in anticipation of going to see his friends.