Chapter 9: Dinlex : Sleep Trap
Harry looked around at his new settings. Hazel was now outside the cage and Harry was the only one in. Hazel looked at him sadly. She was chained to a seat that looked like a thrown. Her robe was a black satin one and it had a green trim. It was really odd but one of the first things Harry noticed was her silver fingernail polish. "Wait a second?" Harry said softly. It wasn't the sparkle from the polish that had caught his eye. It was a sparkling engagement ring that held six little; well if you call this little; diamonds in a golden band.
Harry tore his eyes from the ring and looked up at Hazel's eyes. She had tears spilling out of them. Soon it was too painful for her to even look at him so she turned her head away. Harry felt hurt and sick all at once. How could she do that to him? He felt like screaming at the top of his lungs. But something deep inside of him told him that something wasn't right. Before Harry could think any more about it, a figure emerged from the side darkness. "Mr. Potter you are so predictable. Just look at you now. Trapped in a cage and not only that, but trapped in your sleep as well," said Voldemort as he walked passed Harry and to Hazel who was still chained to the arm of the chair. "You just leave him alone!" yelled Hazel whose eyes had hardened as soon as Voldemort walked into view. "Hush sweetie," he said not even looking at her. She started to struggle to get her writs free from the chair. Voldemort took a set in the thrown looking chair. Harry's cage was setting directly in front of him. The scene looked like a king (Voldemort), his mistress who was being held against her will (Hazel), and the entertainment or the traitor (Harry). Harry finally found his voice. "What do you mean, "Trapped in my sleep"?" he asked. "Dear boy you don't know what you are in?" asked Voldemort. He sounded so much like Lucius Malfoy. Harry felt very dumb shacking his head "no". "Very well I will tell you" Voldemort began. "You are in what is called a "Dinlex". I'm sure you have no clue what a Dinlex is so I will explain. A Dinlex is a sleep trap. The victim falls asleep and in this case it is you. You fell a sleep. I had Hazel over here-" at this Voldemort runs a hand down Hazel's check. She turns away. " follow you to your bed room and drop three little drops on your eyes. The drops are called "Rates". It's a liquid that traps you in your sleep. Once you where trapped all I had to do was enter your dream; which as you know I can do; and that's how you are in this cage inside of my residence."
Once Voldemort was finished he looked positively pleased with himself. Hazel just looked broken. "Oh but don't worry. Hazel here didn't do it on here own free will if that's what you are worried about," added Voldemort. "Why would I care if she did it on her own will. I don't even know who she is," said Harry angrily. Hazel looked at him. "I see," said Voldemort. "Well we will have to fix that." Voldemort raised his hands up in the air and closed his eyes. Harry felt his mind start to sting and before he knew it he was on the ground in pain. Harry could hear Hazel screaming for Voldemort to leave him alone but Voldemort took no notice of her. After what seemed like forever Voldemort opened his eyes and put his hands down. The room was deathly silent. Everyone was looking at Harry who still had a hold of his head. Soon Harry stood up and looked around. When his eyes fell on Hazel he began to smile. He had his memory back.
Harry looked around at his new settings. Hazel was now outside the cage and Harry was the only one in. Hazel looked at him sadly. She was chained to a seat that looked like a thrown. Her robe was a black satin one and it had a green trim. It was really odd but one of the first things Harry noticed was her silver fingernail polish. "Wait a second?" Harry said softly. It wasn't the sparkle from the polish that had caught his eye. It was a sparkling engagement ring that held six little; well if you call this little; diamonds in a golden band.
Harry tore his eyes from the ring and looked up at Hazel's eyes. She had tears spilling out of them. Soon it was too painful for her to even look at him so she turned her head away. Harry felt hurt and sick all at once. How could she do that to him? He felt like screaming at the top of his lungs. But something deep inside of him told him that something wasn't right. Before Harry could think any more about it, a figure emerged from the side darkness. "Mr. Potter you are so predictable. Just look at you now. Trapped in a cage and not only that, but trapped in your sleep as well," said Voldemort as he walked passed Harry and to Hazel who was still chained to the arm of the chair. "You just leave him alone!" yelled Hazel whose eyes had hardened as soon as Voldemort walked into view. "Hush sweetie," he said not even looking at her. She started to struggle to get her writs free from the chair. Voldemort took a set in the thrown looking chair. Harry's cage was setting directly in front of him. The scene looked like a king (Voldemort), his mistress who was being held against her will (Hazel), and the entertainment or the traitor (Harry). Harry finally found his voice. "What do you mean, "Trapped in my sleep"?" he asked. "Dear boy you don't know what you are in?" asked Voldemort. He sounded so much like Lucius Malfoy. Harry felt very dumb shacking his head "no". "Very well I will tell you" Voldemort began. "You are in what is called a "Dinlex". I'm sure you have no clue what a Dinlex is so I will explain. A Dinlex is a sleep trap. The victim falls asleep and in this case it is you. You fell a sleep. I had Hazel over here-" at this Voldemort runs a hand down Hazel's check. She turns away. " follow you to your bed room and drop three little drops on your eyes. The drops are called "Rates". It's a liquid that traps you in your sleep. Once you where trapped all I had to do was enter your dream; which as you know I can do; and that's how you are in this cage inside of my residence."
Once Voldemort was finished he looked positively pleased with himself. Hazel just looked broken. "Oh but don't worry. Hazel here didn't do it on here own free will if that's what you are worried about," added Voldemort. "Why would I care if she did it on her own will. I don't even know who she is," said Harry angrily. Hazel looked at him. "I see," said Voldemort. "Well we will have to fix that." Voldemort raised his hands up in the air and closed his eyes. Harry felt his mind start to sting and before he knew it he was on the ground in pain. Harry could hear Hazel screaming for Voldemort to leave him alone but Voldemort took no notice of her. After what seemed like forever Voldemort opened his eyes and put his hands down. The room was deathly silent. Everyone was looking at Harry who still had a hold of his head. Soon Harry stood up and looked around. When his eyes fell on Hazel he began to smile. He had his memory back.