It's Just a Nightmare - You Wish 3
Harry woke up feeling extremely comfortable and relaxed. He was lying in a king-sized, four-poster bed. The covers were of Slytherin green and the bed sheet was Slytherin silver. Well what would you expect from Lord Voldermort? Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. Sunlight filtered through the stain glass windows making odd patterns on the thick, black carpet. The room was lavishly furbished with highly decorated upholstery. There was an oak desk with a leather armchair in front and an old fashioned wardrobe, which looked like it would fetch a lot at an antique sale. Under the stain glass windows was a large, green, leather couch and beside that stood a sturdy bookcase filled with thick, leather bound, volumes which looked like they had been read recently.
Harry rubbed his head and tried to recall what happened the previous day. He couldn't remember much just being told that he was the son of the Dark Lord. He was so shocked by the news that he hadn't been prepared when Voldermort grabbed him. He had blacked out a second after. Harry looked disapprovingly around the room. Voldermort was obviously filthy rich and had no sense of colour. In all the room look more suitable for a vampire. Well Voldermort did look a bit like one. Harry climbed out of bed. He was wearing a pair of unmistakable Slytherin pajamas, how ironic. Harry searched around for his old clothes but they were nowhere in sight, so he decided to try the wardrobe. It was filled with black and green robes that fitted him perfectly. Great, now he looked like a Slytherin but that was better than wondering round in Slytherin pajamas. He found some Nike trainer in the wardrobe to his surprise and put them on. Lord Voldermort knew what trainers were? Now that Harry was fully dresses he decided to confront Voldermort. He walked out of the room, his feet made no noise on the soft, furry carpet. The door opened to a huge corridor with highly decorated walls and ceilings. However the paintings and cravings were of various dark magic animals, mostly snakes entwining themselves around painted trees and several people. The most common image was of a snake slowly strangling a lion, which Harry thought was rather stupid. He walked briskly down the corridor and turned into another and another. He carried on like this for what seemed to be hours. Where was Voldermort? Surely he wouldn't leave Harry Potter, or rather Alexander Riddle, in his castle all alone!
Suddenly he heard a faint voice from behind him. It definitely not human and yet he could understand it. Harry spun round and saw, Nagini, Voldermort's pet snake.
"Little master, I am glad to see you awake. Come with me and I will show you to the dinning room where his Lordship is," hissed the snake. Harry scowled but followed it nonetheless as it slithered away in the opposite direction. The snake slithered down two more elaborately decorated corridors and halted in front of a set of large, oak doors with snakes craved all over it. "Please step inside, little master." Hissed Nagini. Harry stepped inside the cavernous dining room. It was surprisingly bright and had more cheerful paintings on the walls. This was due to the large row of windows along one of the walls, which had been cleaned recently. In the center of the room was a long, polished table with tall backed chairs along the sides and in one of the chairs sat Lord Voldermort. He was as frightening as ever in his dark green robes and his tall pointed hat. He had obviously started breakfast some time ago as his plate was nearly empty.
"Ah Alex, or would you prefer to be called Harry?" asked Voldermort. "Come and sit down to some breakfast, you look very pale."
"I don't know what you're playing at Voldermort, or would you rather be called Dad?" snorted Harry, "but I bet the order's looking for me right now!"
"Yes your quite right, they are looking for you and I would rather be called my lord," replied Voldermort lightly.
"I think you're really cowardly because you only dare to attack the harmless. I'd like to see you try taking on Hogwarts or Professor Dumbledore."
"Alex, my boy, that will all come later but do have some breakfast," said Voldermort and Harry felt himself being dragged into the chair opposite to Voldermort. He was forced to sit down and the pressure subsided. A large silver plate and cutlery appeared in front of Harry, which was filled to the brim with wizard foods. He stared down at his plate wondering whether to eat or not. He was extremely hungry as the Dursleys hardly fed him but on the other hand it was more than likely that Voldermort had put something in the food. Harry looked back at Voldermort and studied his expression. It was simple, relaxed and there was no sign of any triumph. Besides if Voldermort really wanted to harm him why not do it in front of his Death Eaters and show how defenseless Harry really was instead of spiking his food. Harry dug into his pumpkin pie with elfberry sauce first. Mmm. it was delicious enough to rival the food at Hogwarts. He then went onto his orenganmi steak and gulash, which tasted just as good. After he finished the plate and cutlery disappeared and Voldermort stood up meaningfully. "Now onto more pressing matters,"
"What do you mean? What are you going to do with me?" demanded Harry.
"Patience Alex," answered Voldermort. As he lead Harry through numerous corridors. They finally stopped in front of a golden set of doors, which looked like giants had made them. The doors automatically opened to reveal a huge room full of waiting Death Eaters. The masked men parted to make way for their lord and most muttered greetings. Harry thought he recognized some of the voices to be Crabbe and Goyle senior. However he did not have time to ponder long as Voldermort lead him to a raised platform with a throne like chair in the center, which Voldermort leisurely sat in. Harry unconsciously moved towards him as the Death Eaters reformed and he caught a glimpse of a triumphant smirk. Suddenly the double doors swang open and two unmasked Death Eater stormed in. One of them was Lucius Malfoy and the other was someone Harry had desperately hopped for, Severus Snape. They both came up onto the platform and knelt before Voldermort. "Rise both of you," said Voldermort, "what new do you have?"
"My lord I have tracked down Arabelle Figg and are preparing a team to apprehend her before the order knows," stated Lucius.
"My lord I have talked to Dumbledore, he is frantic and so is the order. They don't seem to have any other weapons at hand. My lord Dumbledore hasn't been able to track us and has no idea of our whereabouts," said Snape in his usually classroom tone.
"Good, good now I have an announcement to make," said Voldermort with a smirk. "My loyal Death Eaters, you may have noticed that we have a guest. Those of you who are not so senior may not know who he is. He is Alexander Riddle, my son and heir, better known as Harry Potter." Some of the masked figures gasped in surprise but others were untouched, presumably the more senior. "Alex will be trying out for himself what it is like to be a Death Eater for today and at the end of it he will give me answer as to whether he will join us or not," announced Voldermort, "so Alex what do you want to do first?" Harry wasn't too shocked as he figured that Voldermort would try to entice him into joining the Dark Order.
"I would rather like to play quidditch and stop calling me Alex," answered Harry, wondering if he would be crucioed. However Voldermort laughed,
"Very witty, Harry. Seen as you don't know a lot about the dark arts lets try the Unforgivables, do crucio, it's my favourite."
"But that'll land me in Azkaban!" exclaimed Harry. This time the entire hall erupted in laughter.
"Just pick anyone you like and cast the spell,"
"I haven't gotta wand," said Harry
"There is one in your pocket," Harry hesitated and took it out, wondering what would happen to him if he refused to do it. He pulled it out and looked at the crowd it was so wrong to just torture someone randomly. "Do you want me to choose for you Harry? How about Lucius here, wouldn't it be great to tell Draco how you tortured his father? Or maybe Severus, I dare say it would be fun to tell all your friends how loudly he screamed?" asked Voldermort. Harry stared at the two men, Malfoy had an unreadable expression on his face and Snape looked positively murderous.
"I don't think it's necessary to risk it. After all I really don't want to break it to Malfoy that his father's been tortured by a 15 year old. Neither do I want to be scrubbing out caldrons every night 'til I graduate." Said Harry. Voldermort, who had somehow acquired a sense of humour since his down fall laughed even harder than before.
"Don't worry about those trivial things, Harry, just do it. Think about the power it will give you, think about the pleasure," enticed Voldermort. Harry lifted his wand and pointed it at Malfoy; the curse was on his lips. Suddenly a young Death Eater burst into the room,
"My Lord!" he cried, "The order are here, Dumbledore and all, about fifty of them! Attacking the barriers!"
Harry woke up feeling extremely comfortable and relaxed. He was lying in a king-sized, four-poster bed. The covers were of Slytherin green and the bed sheet was Slytherin silver. Well what would you expect from Lord Voldermort? Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. Sunlight filtered through the stain glass windows making odd patterns on the thick, black carpet. The room was lavishly furbished with highly decorated upholstery. There was an oak desk with a leather armchair in front and an old fashioned wardrobe, which looked like it would fetch a lot at an antique sale. Under the stain glass windows was a large, green, leather couch and beside that stood a sturdy bookcase filled with thick, leather bound, volumes which looked like they had been read recently.
Harry rubbed his head and tried to recall what happened the previous day. He couldn't remember much just being told that he was the son of the Dark Lord. He was so shocked by the news that he hadn't been prepared when Voldermort grabbed him. He had blacked out a second after. Harry looked disapprovingly around the room. Voldermort was obviously filthy rich and had no sense of colour. In all the room look more suitable for a vampire. Well Voldermort did look a bit like one. Harry climbed out of bed. He was wearing a pair of unmistakable Slytherin pajamas, how ironic. Harry searched around for his old clothes but they were nowhere in sight, so he decided to try the wardrobe. It was filled with black and green robes that fitted him perfectly. Great, now he looked like a Slytherin but that was better than wondering round in Slytherin pajamas. He found some Nike trainer in the wardrobe to his surprise and put them on. Lord Voldermort knew what trainers were? Now that Harry was fully dresses he decided to confront Voldermort. He walked out of the room, his feet made no noise on the soft, furry carpet. The door opened to a huge corridor with highly decorated walls and ceilings. However the paintings and cravings were of various dark magic animals, mostly snakes entwining themselves around painted trees and several people. The most common image was of a snake slowly strangling a lion, which Harry thought was rather stupid. He walked briskly down the corridor and turned into another and another. He carried on like this for what seemed to be hours. Where was Voldermort? Surely he wouldn't leave Harry Potter, or rather Alexander Riddle, in his castle all alone!
Suddenly he heard a faint voice from behind him. It definitely not human and yet he could understand it. Harry spun round and saw, Nagini, Voldermort's pet snake.
"Little master, I am glad to see you awake. Come with me and I will show you to the dinning room where his Lordship is," hissed the snake. Harry scowled but followed it nonetheless as it slithered away in the opposite direction. The snake slithered down two more elaborately decorated corridors and halted in front of a set of large, oak doors with snakes craved all over it. "Please step inside, little master." Hissed Nagini. Harry stepped inside the cavernous dining room. It was surprisingly bright and had more cheerful paintings on the walls. This was due to the large row of windows along one of the walls, which had been cleaned recently. In the center of the room was a long, polished table with tall backed chairs along the sides and in one of the chairs sat Lord Voldermort. He was as frightening as ever in his dark green robes and his tall pointed hat. He had obviously started breakfast some time ago as his plate was nearly empty.
"Ah Alex, or would you prefer to be called Harry?" asked Voldermort. "Come and sit down to some breakfast, you look very pale."
"I don't know what you're playing at Voldermort, or would you rather be called Dad?" snorted Harry, "but I bet the order's looking for me right now!"
"Yes your quite right, they are looking for you and I would rather be called my lord," replied Voldermort lightly.
"I think you're really cowardly because you only dare to attack the harmless. I'd like to see you try taking on Hogwarts or Professor Dumbledore."
"Alex, my boy, that will all come later but do have some breakfast," said Voldermort and Harry felt himself being dragged into the chair opposite to Voldermort. He was forced to sit down and the pressure subsided. A large silver plate and cutlery appeared in front of Harry, which was filled to the brim with wizard foods. He stared down at his plate wondering whether to eat or not. He was extremely hungry as the Dursleys hardly fed him but on the other hand it was more than likely that Voldermort had put something in the food. Harry looked back at Voldermort and studied his expression. It was simple, relaxed and there was no sign of any triumph. Besides if Voldermort really wanted to harm him why not do it in front of his Death Eaters and show how defenseless Harry really was instead of spiking his food. Harry dug into his pumpkin pie with elfberry sauce first. Mmm. it was delicious enough to rival the food at Hogwarts. He then went onto his orenganmi steak and gulash, which tasted just as good. After he finished the plate and cutlery disappeared and Voldermort stood up meaningfully. "Now onto more pressing matters,"
"What do you mean? What are you going to do with me?" demanded Harry.
"Patience Alex," answered Voldermort. As he lead Harry through numerous corridors. They finally stopped in front of a golden set of doors, which looked like giants had made them. The doors automatically opened to reveal a huge room full of waiting Death Eaters. The masked men parted to make way for their lord and most muttered greetings. Harry thought he recognized some of the voices to be Crabbe and Goyle senior. However he did not have time to ponder long as Voldermort lead him to a raised platform with a throne like chair in the center, which Voldermort leisurely sat in. Harry unconsciously moved towards him as the Death Eaters reformed and he caught a glimpse of a triumphant smirk. Suddenly the double doors swang open and two unmasked Death Eater stormed in. One of them was Lucius Malfoy and the other was someone Harry had desperately hopped for, Severus Snape. They both came up onto the platform and knelt before Voldermort. "Rise both of you," said Voldermort, "what new do you have?"
"My lord I have tracked down Arabelle Figg and are preparing a team to apprehend her before the order knows," stated Lucius.
"My lord I have talked to Dumbledore, he is frantic and so is the order. They don't seem to have any other weapons at hand. My lord Dumbledore hasn't been able to track us and has no idea of our whereabouts," said Snape in his usually classroom tone.
"Good, good now I have an announcement to make," said Voldermort with a smirk. "My loyal Death Eaters, you may have noticed that we have a guest. Those of you who are not so senior may not know who he is. He is Alexander Riddle, my son and heir, better known as Harry Potter." Some of the masked figures gasped in surprise but others were untouched, presumably the more senior. "Alex will be trying out for himself what it is like to be a Death Eater for today and at the end of it he will give me answer as to whether he will join us or not," announced Voldermort, "so Alex what do you want to do first?" Harry wasn't too shocked as he figured that Voldermort would try to entice him into joining the Dark Order.
"I would rather like to play quidditch and stop calling me Alex," answered Harry, wondering if he would be crucioed. However Voldermort laughed,
"Very witty, Harry. Seen as you don't know a lot about the dark arts lets try the Unforgivables, do crucio, it's my favourite."
"But that'll land me in Azkaban!" exclaimed Harry. This time the entire hall erupted in laughter.
"Just pick anyone you like and cast the spell,"
"I haven't gotta wand," said Harry
"There is one in your pocket," Harry hesitated and took it out, wondering what would happen to him if he refused to do it. He pulled it out and looked at the crowd it was so wrong to just torture someone randomly. "Do you want me to choose for you Harry? How about Lucius here, wouldn't it be great to tell Draco how you tortured his father? Or maybe Severus, I dare say it would be fun to tell all your friends how loudly he screamed?" asked Voldermort. Harry stared at the two men, Malfoy had an unreadable expression on his face and Snape looked positively murderous.
"I don't think it's necessary to risk it. After all I really don't want to break it to Malfoy that his father's been tortured by a 15 year old. Neither do I want to be scrubbing out caldrons every night 'til I graduate." Said Harry. Voldermort, who had somehow acquired a sense of humour since his down fall laughed even harder than before.
"Don't worry about those trivial things, Harry, just do it. Think about the power it will give you, think about the pleasure," enticed Voldermort. Harry lifted his wand and pointed it at Malfoy; the curse was on his lips. Suddenly a young Death Eater burst into the room,
"My Lord!" he cried, "The order are here, Dumbledore and all, about fifty of them! Attacking the barriers!"
