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Night Terrors
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Chapter 7
The Consequences of Refusal
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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!!!!!!!!!!!! "
As Harry slowly came awake from his deep slumber the first sensations he felt was the pain he had come to associate with his friend the 'Cruatius curse'. Some kids have an alarm clock going off every morning to let them know things are going as usual, the recepient of the dubious luck of being one Harry Potter on the otherhand gets a healthy dose of Cruatius nightly. Sometimes several times in one night, what an honor. Bloody bastard Tommy boy. His thoughts haven't been very clear lately, but the-boy-who-suffers-trihourly-Cruatius always feels centered when cursing off Voldemort, he who-pisses-the-ever-living-hell-out-of-Harry.
As the pain receeded away Harry was able to take better stock of his situation. According to a very old clock he was able to smuggle in, the time was 3AM. His laughably threadbare sheet cover of a blanket was soaked in his sweat and now that he could focus on things outside his own body, the tell tale signs of a Dursley explosion could be heard. Oh no I must have screamed out loud again.
"Oh my sweet Duddykins, go back to sleep my precious little baby," came Aunt Petunia's sacharine voice floating through the door pervading his solace with her detestable tones. That is sick, the ickle whale is woken up and he is instantly sufficated in care. I wake up in pain and no one cares. Thump Clunk Slam
There stood Uncle Vernon in the doorway framed in the hall-light, his purple face sneering dangerously at Harry's small frame sitting up in bed. "So, think you can keep us up all night freak?," he snarled looming over the boy's body. "This is your last warning you diseased mistake of nature, you wake us up one more time with your unnatural wailings, and God so help me I will make you truly regret ever darkening our doorstep with your filth and soiling good honest normal people like us with you." So saying he grabbed Harry and roughly shoved him back onto his bed. Slamming the door shut he yelled out, "Now shut up and go to sleep!"
Thankful he was only thrown onto his bed this time Harry closed his eyes and tried to reign in his anger at his treatment. Who the hell does he think he is, just pushing me around like that. If I had my wand I would... do nothing because of the damn ministry. Bloody Hell! Not for the first time did he wish many unkind things upon the MOM and their stuffy underage magic rules. If it wasn't for them I could defend myself against these brutes of a relatives I'm stuck with.
With the noises of the house once more dwindling down to the soft murmurs of the night, and Hedwig not in her cage so Harry could only assume she was out hunting, it was not long before sleep once more overcame his weary self.
Once more Harry Potter came into being in a vast expanse of an endless dark freezing space, although he did not yet know he had been here already. Looking he around him, Harry was stunned that Voldemort was standing not five feet away from him. Oh well isn't this just great... Harry rolled his eyes another exciting night of torture and pain courtesy of my damn nightmares. Needless to say he was very sick and tired of his suffering each night, and being trapped in the nether was not helping things. Although... now that I think about it.. this has never happened before... that must mean this isn't one of my normal nightmares... and he is.. . . SHIT! He has gone and caught me off guard again.
Looking at Harry calmly the Dark Lord said, "Well Harry, we meet again, so soon."
"What's going on here? Why the hell isn't my scar hurting, Tommy boy what are you doing!" Yelled Harry as he had an urge to scream out deja vu.
For a moment Voldemort looked surprised at Harry's outburst, until he seemingly came to a solution. "Ah yes the memory charm, I forgot." He said to himself. "Memoria Tui Reverto"
As the spell washed over Harry, his memories from his last meeting flooded his mind crashing in. Now he remembered everything once more and wasn't sure how to feel.
Voldemort solved Harry's dilema of deciding what to do by opening up another bright portal in the darkness. Before he could lay his hand on the boy's shoulder he quickly walked into the portal to get it over with.
Harry swiftly walked into the portal to see what strange visions Tom would conjure up this time. Partly curious despite himself, and not sure what he really felt. Voldemort is confusing me. First he threatens me, then he shows me things, then offers a place on his side, then tortures me, and now he's back to acting like a mentor with me.
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