It's Just a Nightmare 10

Lord Voldemort sat as still as stone in a very thoughtful posture. His cruel red eyes glistened like looted rubies as he stared in front of him in a trance. The room was so still that it seemed to have been frozen in time and even hushed flickering of the snake's tongue could be heard with clarity. The huge oak and elaborately decorated doors at the front of the hall stood ominously ajar. Suddenly the monster snapped out of his haze and turned to face the doors as if he could sense someone coming and sure enough the sound of hurried footsteps soon came clattering down the corridor.

The monster seemed fairly surprised at the sudden noise; after all it was fairly suicidal for anyone to disturbing him during one of his "thinking periods". The footsteps halted outside the doors and Lord Voldemort could hear loud panting outside.

"Come in," his cold, murderous voice rang all around the huge empty hall and he could just sense the person on the other side of the door recoil with horror. He was always good at intimidating people. Slowly and cautiously as if he was about to be devoured any minute, the owner of the footsteps warily poked his head around the door and squeezed through as if he was afraid to disturb the scene anymore than he had done.

"My Lord, we have th.the boy," stuttered the poor man. He was obviously one of the newer recruits a newly graduated boy with absolutely no clue about what he was getting himself into. Lord Voldemort had obviously taken this in and he smiled in the most grotesque fashion possible. The poor boy was evidently shocked but tried to keep his disgust to a minimum. The smile faded and Lord Voldemort advanced on the boy.

"So, my boy, where is he?" asked Voldemort in his most silky voice.

"Mr. Lucius has got him s.sir," he replied with fear. The more senior Deatheaters had told him that doing anything out of line was always fatal.

"Good, very well, you may go. Oh and, boy, you have been promoted to the rank of Secondary Superficial," the boy's eyes lit up like a spark; Secondary Superficial was a big promotion. If he kept up the good work he might just get into Lord Voldemort's inner circle! He ran off in an evident hurry to tell all his friends.

The monster smiled cruelly at this and then stalked off to find Lucius but there was no need, Lucius was conveniently in the banqueting room. He was nursing an overactive bundle.

"Well done, Lucius," hissed the monster with red eyes.

"Thank you my lord. We took him from the castle using 'Prior Vital'."

"Mmm. one of my favourite curses. It allows you to open a porthole between two places although you can't actually go through you may cast spells that affect the other side and things from the other side can come through. What did you disguise the porthole as?"

"Two red eyes, my lord,"

"Sometimes you really are amusing, Lucius,"

"Thank you, my Lord," at this precise moment the overactive bundle became a screaming one.

"Ah, has my little Alex grown tired of being ignored?" cooed Voldermort as he carefully took the child from Lucius.

"Let me go, Voldemort. The order know about this!" hissed baby Harry in parseltounge, which he found was very useful when he was a baby.

"Oh, Alex, you really aren't in the position to make demands are you?" chuckled Voldermort, "Come now, it is time for bed."

"Noooooooooooooooo!" screamed Harry but of course he couldn't do anything. Voldermort stalked through the hall ways of Riddle manor carrying baby Harry, who by now had ran out of energy to fight anymore. They entered Lord Voldemort's private chambers. The cot was still there and the monster carefully laid the baby down in it.

"Now, Alex bedtime means sleep," said Voldemort. "I need some peace and quiet to read my paper,"

"I wanna look," was all Harry managed.

"Oh really, how about I read it to you?" asked Voldemort. Harry of course was very taken a back and wondered briefly if he was dreaming. The main article was about how Dumbledore managed to save Harry because the news of his re-disappearance had not been published yet. The other articles were about the murders going on and how the order was fighting back. In all it only made poor Harry feel even more depressed.

"No wanna hear no more!" protested Harry as he turned over and cover his ears.

"Alex, you can be very amusing at times," laughed the monster as he carefully readjusted the baby's blankets, "Tired yet?"

"No!"

"Alright then, seen as you have so much energy what do you want o discuss? And I must say your ability at parseltounge has improved dramatically," asked the evil lord "Why do you keep kidnapping me?"

"Why, Alex, you're so smart. Why do I want you? Because I want you as an heir. Your just like me and you will be a great dark lord to carry on the name of Salazar Slytherin,"

"Well, your wong cos I won't be your heir and I won't carry on your bad work!"

"Sorry, Alex you have no chose soon you will forget all about Harry Potter and you will be mine." There was a knock on the door as he finished speaking, "Come in!"

"My Lord, Figg to see you,"

"Do come in Figg and what news do you have of the order?"

AN: So figg's a spy will Dumbledore find her out or does he know? Maybe she's not the real fig. Find out in the next chapter. Please review.