Harry woke covered in sweat. But the dream was a story for him and so as
fast as he could he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Harry was in a garden. It was beautiful. Harry saw no signs but he could tell that it was Eden. The famous Eden. The famous Harry Potter. Then Harry saw a beautiful fruit plant. It looked tasty. Even the leaves looked good enough to eat. Harry walked over to the tree as quickly as he could and stared in delight at the rosy apples on the tree. Harry swung his head over his shoulder to check that no one was looking and then he grabbed a nearby apple and took a huge bite from it. The fruit was juicy and soft. It reminded Harry of Draco. In a good mood that is. When he looked at the apple he saw Draco's face. It was smiling at him, urging him to take another bite. Harry did willingly. This time the fruit was sour and hard. Harry didn't like the taste of it and was tempted to spit it out. Harry tried to open his mouth and spit out the rotten fruit but his lips were sealed. Harry looked at the apple in panic and saw that Draco was kissing him. Harry tried to push Draco away but he couldn't reach through the apple. He tried shouting at Draco but it was no use. As reluctantly as possible, Harry swallowed the bite of apple. Suddenly a great roaring rose from the ground and Harry began to shake along with the tree and all other plants in the garden. Then Harry could feel a force stronger than gravity acting on his body, pushing him down. Down into hell!
Harry tried screaming but his voice was lost. Harry remembered that Voldemort was his master now. Voldemort grabbed Harry by the ear when he arrived into the fiery pit of death and forced his face into a pile of mud. The mud scorched Harry's face and he began to fear for his life. He tried to push himself free of the mud but it had already settled into any holes in Harry's face and was slowly burning them away.
'Say it Harry. Say it.' Hissed Voldemort. Harry didn't want to tell him anything but the mud was just too painful. Harry wasn't as brave as everyone thought he was.
'FINE! I SHALL KILL HIM FOR YOU!'
Harry was in a garden. It was beautiful. Harry saw no signs but he could tell that it was Eden. The famous Eden. The famous Harry Potter. Then Harry saw a beautiful fruit plant. It looked tasty. Even the leaves looked good enough to eat. Harry walked over to the tree as quickly as he could and stared in delight at the rosy apples on the tree. Harry swung his head over his shoulder to check that no one was looking and then he grabbed a nearby apple and took a huge bite from it. The fruit was juicy and soft. It reminded Harry of Draco. In a good mood that is. When he looked at the apple he saw Draco's face. It was smiling at him, urging him to take another bite. Harry did willingly. This time the fruit was sour and hard. Harry didn't like the taste of it and was tempted to spit it out. Harry tried to open his mouth and spit out the rotten fruit but his lips were sealed. Harry looked at the apple in panic and saw that Draco was kissing him. Harry tried to push Draco away but he couldn't reach through the apple. He tried shouting at Draco but it was no use. As reluctantly as possible, Harry swallowed the bite of apple. Suddenly a great roaring rose from the ground and Harry began to shake along with the tree and all other plants in the garden. Then Harry could feel a force stronger than gravity acting on his body, pushing him down. Down into hell!
Harry tried screaming but his voice was lost. Harry remembered that Voldemort was his master now. Voldemort grabbed Harry by the ear when he arrived into the fiery pit of death and forced his face into a pile of mud. The mud scorched Harry's face and he began to fear for his life. He tried to push himself free of the mud but it had already settled into any holes in Harry's face and was slowly burning them away.
'Say it Harry. Say it.' Hissed Voldemort. Harry didn't want to tell him anything but the mud was just too painful. Harry wasn't as brave as everyone thought he was.
'FINE! I SHALL KILL HIM FOR YOU!'