Disclaimer: Errr… I don't own any of these so don't sew me… An alternative to Book 7…
Chapter 1: The Dream
What is a dream? Are dreams real? Or are they just tricks and false truths that the mind does to us?
It all started as a dream for Harry. It was the summer of his 6th year of magical education at Hogwarts and still, he didn't think of anything other than to get the remaining 4 Horcruxes, kill Severus Snape and kill Lord Voldemort, even if it costs his own life…
Harry was throttled down on a heavy platform that he couldn't recognize nor knew. It was dark and damp; no light shone on it but a single dot of light which glazed down upon Harry's left eye. "Hello?" he said, hoping that someone else was there, "Hello?" he repeated. Then a man with an undoubtfully large nose leapt from the darkness, the man he loathed as much as Voldemort himself was standing face-to-face with him, the man known as Severus Snape, a.k.a. "The Half-Blood Prince". "You!" Harry said so loudly that its echoes reached the top of what it seemed to be – a cell.
"CRUCIO! SECTUMSEMPRA! STUPEFY! REDUCTO! ACCIO HEART!" Harry said these curses swiftly at every stroke of his phoenix feather-cored wand but with the DADA experience of Snape, he deflected each of these spells with a lazy flick of his wand.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Snape asked him with a very curious tone of voice, "Do you not obey the Dark Lord and strike fear at the hearts of innocent civilians?"
"What"
"Harry, let me remind you, for the sake that someone may have casted upon you a very powerful Memory Charm, that you are a 20 year old Death Eater whom I personally chose to be my apprentice and saved you from the verge of death under the arms of your fellow friends – Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley?"
"You're a liar and I am and will never be you're apprentice! I would gladly choose death than that, you damn git!"
"Oh well… IMPERIO!"
Harry had the most wonderful sensation; he was feeling as though no pain was enveloping him. Then, suddenly, he heard a voice within him, "Follow me," the voice said. "Why?" Another voice erupted within him. Then with a blinding flash of light, he was back at the dark cell.
"You will not follow me? Snape said with a vicious tone of voice.
"Never!" Harry said loudly.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"