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Night Terrors
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Chapter 6
The Tormentors Torment Triggers
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[[Still Harry did retain much more nerves, will and control then most would. Perhaps due to his intense hate and mistrust of his enemy, or maybe just he is a very powerful wizard. Man, does this ever sound so contrite. Sneering, Harry finally gave voice to his thoughts " Oh, so you're going to fabricate some illusions to try and make me switch sides or surrender eh? FAT CHANCE TOM. " He may not have always been one of such an attitude, but after the events of the Tri-Wizard Tournament and there after, he was a changed person. I am soooo not looking foward to where this is heading. ]]
To the surprise of Harry, Voldemort did not follow his old pattern of behavior to threaten and curse him in anger when called Tom. Instead, he did something that truly chilled harry's blood, he smiled. Lord Voldemort actually smiled at the Boy-Who-Lived, and it wasn't even a nasty smirk, but the sort of smile an elder would give to their young protege. "Ah, Harry... still acting the ever-foolhardy Gryffindor. I'm past being angered by that name, it has no meaning to me. No matter, the time has come to show you what people really think about you."
Harry's previous bravado took a slight bruise following the dark one's statement. What people really think about me? What is that supposed to mean... probably some false images. "I told you already, Tom, I won't fall for your deceptions.", he declared valiantly, but with some doubt. As per usual, during the time he spent with his relatives his vulnerable ego had taken a great puncturing, and so entertaining thoughts of his loved ones not being as they seemed always was frighteningly easy. One of the reasons that he most needed to receive letters from his friends was to reassure himself that they cared and would not desert him.
As if from reading Harry's mind, Tom persuasively said, "Yesss, what they really think of you, and no, these won't be illusions. We are going to watch some dreams, dreams of what those closest to you see you as, and think of you." Whether by some morbid curiousity or need to know, Harry was beginning to want to see this for himself. Surely my friends dreams will be so full of our comaraderie that he will abandon this stupid game and we can get back into our roles that I'm famliar with.
I'll go along with this for now... it couldn't hurt.Summoning up what is left of his courage, Harry rebeliously says, "Go ahead Voldemort. You'll see my friends and how they care about me." Feeling strangely at peace despite standing no more then two feet from his most obsessive stalker, the young Gryffindor stood straight and looked right into his opponents eyes in silent challenge.
Once more smiling in that eerie mentor way Voldemort put his hand onto Harry's shoulder and guided him to a shimmering white portal which just appeared. With an indulgent tone Voldemort said, "Come then Harry. Through this portal is a link to the dream of one close to you, your cousin."
Harry was grateful he was no longer facing Voldemort because he was sure he could not hide the mirth and surprise brought on by that thought alone. DUDLEY??. He thinks that Dudley is one of my closest? Oh my god, hahaha, Dudley... Hoo I never ever thought Voldemort would make me laugh!
Desperately fighting to keep the humor out of his voice Harry asked in his best neutral voice, "Dudley?" I can't get over the thought... Voldemort is thinking to persuade me by showing me what my fat blubber of a cousin dreams of. There was a small piece of Harry though, that still had some hope that one day he could be accepted by his own family, and his cousin. With these thoughts he hoped maybe he could get an insight to how it could happen.
The first thing that he noticed after going through the portal was the table. Not, specifically because it was an ornately carved fine oak table with a white laced satin cloth, easily worth several thousand pounds. No, he noticed the table because of what was on it, food. More food then he had ever seen before, and considering all the Hogswarts feasts he had been to that is quite a lot of food. By the sudden halting of Voldemort's guiding hand, Harry could tell that even he was momentarily stunned by the overwhelming display of avarice.
Thinking to try and shock Voldemort, Harry casually said, "Well... nothing out of the ordinary here"
"Nice try Potter", was all he got in reply as he was shoved foward violently. Tripping over his own feet from being forced to move beyond a rate he was accustomed to, Harry fell flat on his face.
Quickly standing back up the boy contemplated attacking Voldemort back. After deciding it would be a dumb idea to do that, he then walked up next to his cousin for a better look. Again Harry had to fight against an incredible urge to laugh his ass off at the sight he saw before him. Dudley, his fat as a house cousin, was in the shape and condition of an Olympic athelete. He was also being complimented by Harry's aunt and uncle on his academics. This... this is just too much. I'll never be able to look at Dudley again without laughing.
All of Harry's mirth soon went away as he watched what happened next. Dudley got an evil glint in his eye, the kind reserved for his beat-the-freak sessions, and bellowed out, "MOTHER, GET POTTER IN HERE,... NOW!" With trepidation Harry now waited to see what became of him in this twisted dream world. Can't be anything good with how he referred to me.
He soon saw how much of an understatement that thought was. Watching his uncle drag a flimsy pile of robes seemingly being held up on their own did not alleviate his concerns any. When Vernon then pushed the pile of robes while yelling, "GET IN THERE BOY!", Harry was starting to wish he had put up more of a fight to seeing this. I know its just Dudley... but what if this is how everyone see's me? Am I too weak and passive?
Harry watches in horror as broken this apparition of himself slowly raises itself upon wavering limbs. There is no life left at all inside those eyes. I hope I never look like that.. if being passive did that to him then maybe if I was more active I never need worry. Had Harry been completely in control of all his thought processes he would have realised how this selfish dream of his wicked cousin really has no basis in reality, but being in the receptive state he was, every little detail made a twisted sense.
"So you see, Harry, continue on your path and you will slowly wither away into nothing. It is time to stop following that muggle loving fool and join your rightful place in my circle", Voldemort said gently yet forcefully while placing his hand upon the youth's shoulder again.
Having something else to focus on other then the atrocious spectacle next to them gave Harry another shot of defiance. Angrily shrugging off Voldemort's hand, Harry jumped away from him and turned to face once more. Practically snarling like a cornered animal he growled out, "I'll never join you Tom, never! This all means nothing to me, and even if it did it's all just some magical illusion you created!
Voldemort shook his head sadly as he watched Harry breathing heavily from his outburst. "It seems you are not ready for the truth yet boy. I show you nothing but the dreams of others. You don't beleive me? You will... you will." Of course what Voldemort didn't say was how he would influence the dreams to a more negative state, but that would countermind his whole plot, so he didn't.
Pointing a single thin white finger straight at Harry, Voldemort said, "You will join me Potter, or suffer more anguish then you can imagine. Now since we can't have you running off to that idiotic headmaster of yours.... "Oblivate"
Harry suddenly saw Voldemort right in front of him pointing his finger at him. What the hell? Where am I, whats going on, Voldemort? Shit. "Hello Potter, have a nice night, Crucio!", is what the confused Harry heard before white hot blinding pain spread throughout every nerve as his body screamed in agony. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! "
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