I am so sorry for the late update. I mixed up the dates and thought that it upcoming Sunday I would update. I know I am stupid. I feel so stupid.

Unfortunately I own nothing.

'Thought'

'Inner voice'

"Speaking"

"ParselTongue"

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Chapter 17

Dream

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"You wanted to know what I can do. Here is you answer."

The darkness around him began to spin around him and soon he found himself completely within it. Before he knew what happened a sphere of light was formed in front of him and went straight trough his heart.

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His head felt like it was split into two pieces. But strange enough the rest of his body felt incredible relaxed. Like he was floating in the water, carefree and without any worries. This feeling, he knew he experienced it before. But where?

Thinking only increased the already painful headache. But he had to know what this feeling was, where he knew it from. He had to know. But before he could find the answer which was on the tip of his tongue Darkness engulfed him again.

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He didn't know how long he was asleep. It could be an hour, days, months or even decades. The headache was gone like it wasn't there to begin with. But that incredible feeling was still there. Again he was trying to figure out what it was.

His Mother

What did this have to do with his mother? He held no love for her. Why should he? He has no memories of her let alone remember her voice. But this feeling still reminds him of his mother. This sense of Safety only she could give. Before and after Birth.

Now he knew what this feeling and where he knew it from.

During the time his mother was pregnant, of him.

That's where he knew it from of course.

Now that he figured it out he could finally open his eyes. So he opened them in what seemed like an eternity. The moment his eyes were completely open was the moment he wanted them to close again and go back to sleep.

He had seen those things before, so why did they affected him like that? Was there something wrong with him or is this a normal reaction? But what is normal? Is it normal to dream every night of murder and rape as long as you can remember or killing people just because you want to see blood, test new spells or simple for fun?

Is he abnormal or really a freak like his uncle told him so many times? Was that the reason that the entire Slytherin House including his own Head of House hated him? And being a ParselTongue only fuelled the already present anger.

Other Houses looked at him with disgust especially the Gryffindors. They acted like he betrayed them. But how could he betray them when he didn't have their trust to begin with. Or was this about his parents? Were they in Gryffindor? How is it possible that he doesn't know in what House his parents where? Do the Gryffindors know more about his parents than their own son?

Where his parents in Gryffindor?

If so, well that would explain lot.

Great, for the first time in his life he cared about what others were thinking of him. 'I think I must be losing my touch.' He actually snorted at his own sense of humor. But his good mood disappeared as soon as it came. The images he saw when he opened his eyes returned to him when he focused his thoughts back to reality.

The images were more like a movie. Complete with stereo sound. It was played in front of him on what seemed like a big TV screen. Like one of those in a cinema. Only he the feeling that this was reality and the movie he was seeing was about his life. Or better, what his body was doing at the moment. But who was in control of his body? When did he loose control over his body?

'And what is wrong with me?' he thought. 'Since when do I care what other people are thinking of me?'

Great, he was doing it again. He let his mind slip just because of a few images. 'I need to focus' he mentally kept chanting over and over again.

After what seemed like hours to him his mind finally relaxed and so he could focus on what his body was doing without his permission.

He was in what seemed like a Muggle torture room. The walls had a blood red color. He guessed that it actually was blood that tainted the wall. On various places in the room were pain banks, thumbscrews and many other medieval Muggle torture devices.

Hanging from the ceiling were different kinds of cages. Some filled with bones, other had some flesh on it but one thing was sure. They didn't die happy. A few cages in front of the room still had living 'humans' in it. You couldn't actually call them humans any more since some body parts or limbs were replaced with paws or there was simple any flesh around the bone and it still was moving.

And right in front of him was a cage on the floor with what seemed like a half man half snake. The upper part was what you could call intact compared to the rest in the room. Okay, he had a few cuts and his tong was shopped of so now he only could hiss his answers but not that he dared in front of the Dark Lord. Around his waist scales took over and formed a long slender tail that was at least 6 meters long. The man was unconscious and since the transformation just had been completed he was laying in his own puddle of blood. If you looked closely you could see the outlines of what was once a handsome young man with dirty blond hair, elegant whimpers, nice well formed muscles and a slight tan.

"Enter"

Was that his own voice? It sounded so harsh and cold. 'This is getting weirder and weirder and who is supposed to enter? I didn't hear anyone knocking.'

A small door opened on his left side and a woman with long dark blond hair, grey blue eyes and black robes that fitted perfectly around her slender body. In her arms is a bundle of robes that seemed to be moving. The woman slowly walked to him and inclined her head a little and gave the bundle of robes to me.

As I look into the bundle I see the smiling face of a baby with unruly black hair and one eye a vibrant green with hints of red while the other is red with hints of green.

"My son" I said in a soft whisper and the woman smiled kindly at us. Almost forceful. "I shall name him Loki, The Norse god who is cunning and a trickster." He could almost feel himself smiling a true serene smile. Once again my eyes are locked with those of the woman who I do not know the name of.

"Charlotte, you are a wonderful woman but you job ends here."

"My lord! Who shall raise the child? I am his mother. Every child needs his mother while growing up." She shrieked in terror and dropping to her knees.

"Avada Kedavra"

What the Hell! Who the Hell did he think he is killing the mother of his child. What the Hell is going on here?

T.B.C

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