"Harry, join me and together we could rule. Join me and I can bring back your mom and dad. You miss them very much don't you, Harry. I could also bring back Sirius. Yes, join me and I will be able to give you the family you always wanted. We could rule the world. Me king and you prince of the world. Prince Harry. How does that sound? Think about the offer you just heard. Don't tell that muggle loving fool Dumbledore or any of his little Order members of this offer. Or else the results will become deadly. Remember my offer, Harry. It can be done!"
Harry awoke with a sharp pain surging through his forehead. His was sweating badly. He sat up in his bed for a minute and waited for the pain to go away. He remembered what had just happened. Was it true? Could Voldemort really bring his parents back to life? It was true that Dumbledore said in his first year that no one can be brought back to life. Yet, Voldemort did it only 2 years ago. He shook his head and grabbed his wand. He stuffed it in his back pocket at he headed down stairs as he decided that he was to awake to go back to sleep.
Creeping down the stairs, he hit the squeaky step and stopped in place. 'Damn, I hope they didn't hear that', he thought to himself. After a second to wait to see if they did heard it, he continued down the stairs. As he turned to the sitting room he saw a light was on in the kitchen. 'That's strange. Aunt Pentuia usually turns everything off whenever she goes to bed.' As he continued into the kitchen, he saw Dudley sitting there eating cake and watching some late night T.V.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Why are you up this late.? Couldn't sleep could you?" said Harry as he walked around to the counter.
"Yea, but it's your fault. You and all of your moaning. How is anyone suppose to get any sleep around here. I'm surprised mum and Dad didn't wake up during all of that. As he finished saying this he took a bite of the cake he had in front of him.
"Well... I am sorry for the inconvenience. The next time I see someone else die or the Dark Lord starts to invade my mind again, I will try to remember to tell them to be quieter." As Harry said this he was beginning to get irritated. He went to the dish drainer and got a bowl and grabbed some milk out of the refrigerator and got some cereal out of the cabinet. He put the two together and sat at the table. As he sat down he realized that Dudley had not moved since Harry had said that.
"Is there something wrong?" Harry asked as Dudley just continued to stare at him with a weird look. "HELLO?".
I-i-is it true, you know, about that evil guy inside your head? Like controlling you?
"No, he only can give me visions and nightmares. I cant control it. I tried last year, but it was just to hard to do. That's why he died." Harry stopped. He didn't mean to let that slip. Especially to Dudley Dursley.
"You mean Sirius-"
