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It's Just a Nightmare - You Wish 2

Harry Potter, or maybe Riddle, sat in the playing field opposite Number 4 Privet Drive despite all the warning he had had from his friends about leaving the safety barrier. This was where he usually stayed to avoid the Dursleys. It wasn't all that bad these days, as Dudley's gang had taken to haunting the park instead. They had given up their hobby of "Harry Hunting" since they heard about the "Ton Toffee". Infact all the Dursleys were treating Harry like a rather large, timed nuclear bomb. Although he didn't particularly mind this treatment, Harry had begun to get very lonely ever since Hedwig left to deliver a letter to Ron. So now he spent most of his time seeped in his own thoughts. The overwhelming guilt of Cedric's death threatened to overpower him constantly and a new worry for his friends had begun to develop sine Lord Voldermort's return.

Harry sat shifting through his memories from his school year, the tournament, the fourth champion, the media scandals, Snuffle's return, Cedric's death and Lord Voldermort's return. How could humans be so cruel and heartless? But Voldermort could hardly be called human can he? Harry's thoughts shifted back to the Chamber of Secrets and Tom Riddle. He had commented on how a like they had been and come to think of it he was very like Tom Riddle. They even looked alike! Which Harry found very unsettling. Apart from appearances they shared the same wand core and they were both parslemouths. They had many other similarities, which Harry didn't want to think about at all. It was unnerving to find oneself so similar with one's archenemy. But why was he so like Tom Riddle? Why was he a parslemouth when only the bloodline of Slytherin could speak it? Harry had done some limited research on the art of parslemouth over the holidays from his textbooks and found that the talent of parslemouthsum to a snake was only found in Slytherin's bloodline. Harry was very shock about it, could he, Harry Potter, a Gryffindor, be of Slytherin bloodline? However he didn't have long to dote on the question before the noises erupted around him.

They were hard to describe but they were a cross between the noises a food bender makes with the lid off and the noises bones make when they pop out of their sockets only louder. Harry didn't recognise the sounds, as he had never heard a hundred wizards apparating at once. He immediately jumped to his feet and made a beeline for the house. However the Death Eaters were faster and before he knew it 20 or so masked men had dragged him back behind a thick patch of trees at the edge of the field. Harry struggled desperately but it was no use, he was still a scrawny, underweight 15-year- old boy. The men let go of him when they had reached a large oak tree where a large crowd of Death Eaters had gathered. Harry tried in vain to scream but no sound escaped his throat. He hoped desperately that someone might notice the huge crowd of Death Eaters in the trees. However no one came to his rescue. The Death Eaters, to Harry's surprise did nothing to restrain him to the tree. In fact they had formed a large circle around him like they did in the graveyard. Harry could hear numerous greetings being called as the Death Eaters met up with their friends. Harry heard such names as Malfoy, Avery, Nott and, to his disgust, Wormtail crop up in their conversations. They were treating the whole affair as if it was some sort of a welcome party. Suddenly a Death Eater came out from the crowd with a large, highly decorated chair with a large red cushion in the middle. Harry presumed it was for Voldermort but why would Voldermort need a chair? Surely he wasn't going to give a huge speech before he killed Harry? Or was Voldermort growing old? The Death Eater placed the chair behind Harry and clearly indicated that he should sit on it. Harry eyed the chair for a moment, it looked fairly harmless but it could have been cursed to put crucio on the person who sat on it.

A sudden hush fell upon the gathered Death Eaters, which could only mean one thing: Lord Voldermort had arrived. Harry felt the hairs on the back of his neck tense up. Large beads of cold sweat had gathered on his forehead. Why had he been so stupid to ignore all the warning about leaving the house! The waiting Death Eaters parted and a tall, skeletal man with red eyes walked into the large circle.

"Well Harry how nice to see you again. It is so good to see you aren't afraid of me. This will make my job much more easier." Said Lord Voldermort fondly. His new tone of voice made Harry tenser. "So my dear boy, do take a seat, how have you been since I last saw you? How are the muggles treating you?" Harry's jaw dropped down like a tonne of lead. Lord Voldermort showing concern for him? Maybe it was just part of the speech Voldermort was going to give before he killed Harry in the worst possible way. "Well?" asked Voldermort in his doting parent tone. At this Harry snapped out of his astonishment and shut his mouth.

"I wouldn't bother Voldermort if I were you. Some one will defeat you one day in the very near future." Said Harry with a determined air.

" But you're not me, Harry, but you could be. How would you like to live a life of luxury, have anything you want and much more? I could help you become the most powerful wizard ever. Those daft professors at school have been holding you back no doubt. Think about it Harry, think about it."

"You can't tempt me into joining you! And besides you can't give me what I want! Because I want my parents and you killed them!" Cried Harry.

"Ah, but Harry, my boy, I can give you a family, in fact you already have a family." Replied Voldermort. Harry stared back with naked hatred. How could Voldermort be so inhuman to kill his parents then pretend he still had a family? But could Voldermort mean his grandparents? Harry had never known ay of his grandparents and it was just possible that he might have some other family. However they were probably like the Dursleys, as they hadn't stepped in when he was sent to his aunt and uncle.

"What do you mean? Do I have grandparents?"

" No Harry, you don't but you do have a father."

" No my dad's dead all because of you!" screamed Harry.

"My dear boy, it looks like Dumbledore has kept you in the dark then, as he did with me. Harry, when I attacked Godric's Hollow none of your parents died."

"What do you mean?" Harry blurted out.

"Well, it's rather ironic really. I'm sure you are quite familiar with my early life but do you know what I did after I left Hogwarts?"

"You became the monster you are now!"

"Not quite Harry but close. After I left Hogwarts I went to postgraduate school, which is the muggle equivalent of a university, for 2 years. Then I sought after the Dark Arts. For twenty years I travelled the world and sought after all the great dark arts master. However my funds were limited and I went back to England to learn about the political situation there. I married a wealthy pure bloodied woman but I did love her. I started my take over of Britain just after I married her. Lots of wizards wanted to see their kind restored to their former glory and where willing to back me up. I soon gathered hundreds of followers and started to attack the ministry. At first they didn't take me seriously as they thought that a new dark messiah couldn't rise so soon after the last one fell. However those fools couldn't have been more wrong I was the dark messiah and I was gaining more power by the minute. It took a long time for the Ministry to grasp the full threat I was posing, which suited me very well. After they did start taking me seriously I had gathered over 10000 followers and had taken over half of Britain. Not that it was a difficult job; most people took very little persuading. " 11 years into my reign, my wife bore me a son, the children of prophesy. My wife died some hours after childbirth and one of my faithful Lucius became guardian of my son. I, of cause, was away at the time and heard nothing of it. However Dumbledore's stupid order got wind of it and attacked Lucius' house. They managed to kidnap my son and took him away. They successfully hid him with the Potters. I only knew that Dumbledore had kidnapped my son. I swore that I would find him and have revenge. I got that in the form of several murders of the old fool's friends and family. However I was defeated by the son I was so desperate to find. I'm sure you know the rest from there Harry. You know, I named you Alexander." Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head when Voldermort finished. He felt like screaming but couldn't because his throat was too dry. Lord Voldermort, his father? "Harry, if you don't believe me, have a look at your birth certificate."

Lord Voldermort handed Harry a piece of paper and Harry noticed it was a genuine magical birth certificate because the letters radiated a blue light and looked 3D. Birth certificates were unalterable and fraud proof. Harry stared at his birth certificate:

Alexander Tom Riddle / Harold James Potter*

Born: 31 July 1981 Parents: Tom Marvalo Riddle & Marie Slayser Riddle / James William Potter & Lily Evans Potter* Wizard Status: pure blood * These identities were assumed when Alexander was brought into the care of the Potters. They are not his blood family. His biological parents are Tom Riddle and Marie Riddle

Harry stared dumb struck at the certificate. It was impossible and yet there it was written on paper. Harry felt his heart skip a few beats and his hands began to shake.

"No you're lying! You're lying your not my dad! My dad's James Potter! You murdered him! It's a fraud!" screamed Harry.

"Alright then I shall prove it to you." Voldermort raised his wand to Harry's eye level and before Harry could react, muttered, "Glamorie Discarte." Nothing happened but Voldermort held a mirror up to Harry's face and he saw Tom Riddle's reflection. Harry felt like he was going to faint, it all added up. His head began to spin and he stared back at Voldermort,

"So.. so you're my. my dad!" muttered Harry.

"Yes Harry, I am you're father," said Voldermort as if he was addressing a five year old. "So do you want to come with me now Harry? You can have a family; you can have a father. It's what you always wanted."

"N-n-n-no, you're evil!" cried Harry, backing away from Voldermort. However Voldermort was quicker and he grabbed Harry's hand. Harry felt the unmistakeable feeling of being in two places at once and then he blacked out.



AN: sorry it's not a dramatic ending but things will get more exciting in the next chapter. Please R+R, at least 5 more for another chapter.