Harry dreamt that night also.
He was swimming in Hogwarts lake. He could clearly see the castle ahead of him. Harry did not know why he was in the lake, nor did he know how he got there. But that didn't matter. All Harry knew was that he enjoyed it. The blue waves splashed against his rosy cheeks as he swum for the shore. All of a sudden Harry saw the clouds overhead close over the golden sun, and then it began to rain. Oh dear, thought Harry. I had better get to shore very quickly or I shall be swept away. A storm is coming. Harry, of course, didn't see how right he was and yet how wrong he was. It was true that a 'storm' would soon be upon the land, but in years to come, no one would call it that. In years to come the year of 2003 was a curse. It was the curse and downfall of all mankind. Harry began to feel cold and the water no longer felt nice and warm. Harry desperately paddled to get to shore. He didn't want to be kept out here much longer because his senses told him that danger was near. But danger, mind you, was an awful lot nearer than Harry Potter could imagine. Swimming right underneath him was an evil so great that it could freeze the growing of man and the dawning of time. It could stop happiness and start evil. All that it need was Harry Potter. And sure enough Harry Potter was here. Ready to be kidnapped and killed. The rain started to fall lots more than before. Harry found it harder and harder to swim. He felt like every fibre of his being was slowly freezing with the coldness of the water. The water did seem to drop in degrees every few seconds now. And also every few seconds, Harry noticed that the rain got harder and bigger. harry was scared now because he was positive that he could feel the current getting stronger. And this was not a good thing as slowly it began to pull Harry Potter out to see and near the evil clutches of whatever was out there waiting for him. Suddenly the world around him turned misty and he found it hard to see the great Hogwarts building. Then, the world began to get blacker and blacker until Harry could see no more. But he could still feel that he was in water and that he was still scared. It occurred to Harry that maybe there had been an eclipse, but then Harry realized that something so pure as the sun, couldn't be covered up with anything apart from evil. Yes, thought Harry. Evil. Evil was upon us. And now evil is upon us. Suddenly Harry felt a giant hand reach out from under the water and his scar burst with pain. Harry felt that his whole body was going to split in two and evaporate. For a split second Harry considered the hand to be that of Hagrid's, but alas, Hagrid had never caused him such great pain just be touching him. Harry Potter knew what it was that had grabbed him. Harry knew what it wanted with him too. Immediately Harry felt himself being pulled down and down into the depth of evil. Harry felt himself leaving middle earth and entering the underworld were death roamed free and madness was a gift. Strange enough Harry felt compelled to do something evil when he entered the weird place. But greater still he felt fear. Dark, pure fear. Harry knew who had taken him. His only wish was to be let out, as, now the pain in his scar was agonizing. Maybe that was the reason for his next, absurd action.
'Stop!' cried he. 'I shall join you.'
Lord Voldemort smiled and approached Harry.
He was swimming in Hogwarts lake. He could clearly see the castle ahead of him. Harry did not know why he was in the lake, nor did he know how he got there. But that didn't matter. All Harry knew was that he enjoyed it. The blue waves splashed against his rosy cheeks as he swum for the shore. All of a sudden Harry saw the clouds overhead close over the golden sun, and then it began to rain. Oh dear, thought Harry. I had better get to shore very quickly or I shall be swept away. A storm is coming. Harry, of course, didn't see how right he was and yet how wrong he was. It was true that a 'storm' would soon be upon the land, but in years to come, no one would call it that. In years to come the year of 2003 was a curse. It was the curse and downfall of all mankind. Harry began to feel cold and the water no longer felt nice and warm. Harry desperately paddled to get to shore. He didn't want to be kept out here much longer because his senses told him that danger was near. But danger, mind you, was an awful lot nearer than Harry Potter could imagine. Swimming right underneath him was an evil so great that it could freeze the growing of man and the dawning of time. It could stop happiness and start evil. All that it need was Harry Potter. And sure enough Harry Potter was here. Ready to be kidnapped and killed. The rain started to fall lots more than before. Harry found it harder and harder to swim. He felt like every fibre of his being was slowly freezing with the coldness of the water. The water did seem to drop in degrees every few seconds now. And also every few seconds, Harry noticed that the rain got harder and bigger. harry was scared now because he was positive that he could feel the current getting stronger. And this was not a good thing as slowly it began to pull Harry Potter out to see and near the evil clutches of whatever was out there waiting for him. Suddenly the world around him turned misty and he found it hard to see the great Hogwarts building. Then, the world began to get blacker and blacker until Harry could see no more. But he could still feel that he was in water and that he was still scared. It occurred to Harry that maybe there had been an eclipse, but then Harry realized that something so pure as the sun, couldn't be covered up with anything apart from evil. Yes, thought Harry. Evil. Evil was upon us. And now evil is upon us. Suddenly Harry felt a giant hand reach out from under the water and his scar burst with pain. Harry felt that his whole body was going to split in two and evaporate. For a split second Harry considered the hand to be that of Hagrid's, but alas, Hagrid had never caused him such great pain just be touching him. Harry Potter knew what it was that had grabbed him. Harry knew what it wanted with him too. Immediately Harry felt himself being pulled down and down into the depth of evil. Harry felt himself leaving middle earth and entering the underworld were death roamed free and madness was a gift. Strange enough Harry felt compelled to do something evil when he entered the weird place. But greater still he felt fear. Dark, pure fear. Harry knew who had taken him. His only wish was to be let out, as, now the pain in his scar was agonizing. Maybe that was the reason for his next, absurd action.
'Stop!' cried he. 'I shall join you.'
Lord Voldemort smiled and approached Harry.