AN: Enjoy muggles and I shall take over the world under the name Orlando Bloom! MHAHAHAHAHA!

It's Just a Nightmare 12

Harry uttered a noise of surprise at what met his eye. The room was huge, as tall as a cathedral and decorated with Slytherin colours. The ceiling was gilled with silver and the walls were decorated with emeralds. Down the middle of the hall ran a long green aisle marked out by the jade in the floor. At the end of this causeway, relaxed in a throne of twisted silver was Voldemort. Harry had no time to talk anymore in because at that precise moment twenty odd Death Eaters appeared out of nowhere and formed ranks around the aisle.

"Why hello, Alex," hissed the monster in the throne. Harry, who had by now decided it was all a very bad dream cause by eating all that jelly with Sirius just smiled back like he did in dreams.

"Hi dad, and how are you today?" asked Harry with his winning smile. Voldemort looked a little confused and then laughed.

"Alex, my boy this is no joke," said Mr Evil. Harry just kept on smiling like an idiot.

"I know, I missed you so much," and with that Harry ran up to Voldemort in order to hug his father, after all you were supposed to do stupid things in dreams right?

"Ah, I see you have changed quite a lot....." but the monster broke off to hug his son. Of course the Death Eaters were more than shocked at this but they kept their silence.

"Err.... If it would be convenient can I go to the bathroom?" asked Harry still smiling. Voldemort looked back at his child quite puzzled. Shouldn't Alex have realised that this wasn't a dream by now?

"Of course, Marcus, take him to the bathroom," ordered Voldemort harshly. A young man of about 30 stepped out from the ranks and bowed.

"If you will come this way Young Prince," the man growled and Harry thought it sounded very familiar. Well, you do tend to get these weird feelings in dreams so Harry pushed it aside and followed the strangely familiar man to the bathroom. The bathroom turned out to be just a bathroom, which means there was only a bath and nothing else. The bath was 15 metres long and 10 metres wide. It strongly reminded Harry of the prefects' bathroom at Hogwarts. Even the picture of the mermaid was the same but now the mermaid looked as if her lake had become polluted. However nice and relaxing this bathroom was it didn't serve poor Harry's purpose and he was beginning to regret not asking to go to the loo but then again this was a dream so he did what he did in dreams: he went in the bath. Relieved, he decided to find Marcus again. Of course in dreams you tended to forget about other people so he was surprised to find himself face to face with a disgusted Marcus.

"What's the matter with you?" asked Harry brightly. He was actually quite enjoying this dream because he was going to have a prefects' bath again.

"Nothing Crown Prince, but please don't mind me saying that the bath is not for bodily functions," the man cringed as he finished.

"Well, why don't you clean it up old chap?" answered Harry brightly, " and I'll just go and see what my wonderful father is up to." With that Harry with his lunatic grin rushed back to find his dad. As he ran he couldn't help noticing how familiar the whole place looked but he pushed it out of his mind. Maybe in his dream he might be able to bond with his father? That would be fun.

"Ah, Alex, my boy come with me," came a cold voice behind him. Harry beamed and swung around.

"Oh hello daddy, are you going to show me more of your palace," asked Harry bouncing up and down like a little child. A gleam of cunning slipped over the annoyance and Voldemort smiled a grotesque smile.

"Of course Alex, I'll show you your chambers," a hand grabbed his and Harry happily allowed himself to be lead away by his wonderful father. On the way a small skinny girl scurried past in rags carrying a tray. Harry looked at her curiously because, god, the girl looked like Hermione and so he did another dreamy thing,

"Hey ermioneHhhhHHikdjjdsjfdjdsjkdsjkfdHermione! Come over here and what are you wearing?" demanded Harry with a grin. The girl looked shock and pondered whether to run of stay.

"Alex, she's not your friend, you're mistaken," said Voldemort softly.

"No I'm not. Dad meet Hermione. Hermione this is my dad," said Harry grinning.

"Go, mudblood. Alex come lets go and see your chambers first," said Voldemort kindly to Harry and steered him away like a child from a ice cream van.

"Oh, bye Herm, see you later," said Harry sadly but the girl was already gone. Father walked while the son skipped about merrily as they descended the stairs to the dungeons. They seemed familiar too but again Harry dismissed it. His father guided him along the dark damp corridors covered in green and silver. The carpet was soft underneath his feet and Harry once again thought he rather liked this dream, even if Voldemort ruled the world after all it's just a dream, isn't it?

Harry found that his chambers were well, large, cold and green and very dark. Green and silver weren't particularly his favourite colours but the bed looked so inviting and soft. Closer exception of the room revealed several bookcases full of thick leather bound volumes and a large ornate desk full of parchment and quills. The floor was carpeted in black, which was different from the hall. Oh well, thought Harry, beauty sleep but another thought suddenly exploded into his dazed mind: do people sleep in their dreams? Or was this just a dream? Everything seemed so real and familiar. No, he thought, this is a dream. The place is only familiar because you dream about everyday things. Yes that's right and Harry relaxed onto the large green bed.

"Now, Alex just relax and go to sleep," said his dad. At this point a prick of sense came into Harry's mind, he wanted to wake up now, right now. This dream wasn't as fun as he had thought. He didn't like the idea of going to sleep in a strange bed in the middle of the day. Nor did he like having Voldemort around. HE pinched himself hard, but nothing happened. He repeated it over and over again until his arm was red with burning marks.

As each attempt failed, Harry grew more panicky. His heart thumped against his ribcage as if it was trying to get out. His arms felt weakened all of a sudden and a wave of fear washed over his mind. Could this possibly not be a dream? Had he been transported into the future? After all Voldemort did cast some kind of weird spell on him. Voldemort had noticed the change in his son's attitude by now and his grotesque smile was again plastered onto his face.

"Why...aren't I waking up?" asked Harry in a frightened voice.

"Oh, my boy, because this is no dream, this is reality," whispered Mr Evil in his ear and a wave of involuntary shivers went down his back.

"I don't believe you! When I wake up I'll be back at Hogwarts with Sirius and Remus!" shouted Harry putting his hands over his ears.

"Oh but my boy I'm afraid Sirius and Remus are no long with us but maybe you might like to see your little friend Hermione. She's a slave here under the guidance of Mr Malfoy," whispered Voldemort in his head.

"No! I'm going to wake up!" cried Harry even louder.

"Try all you like petit but soon you will realise that you are wrong." A sudden scream rang up from the corridors. This voice was very familiar. "Oh that must be Draco punishing his slave. It's startling that she still screams. Well, Alex would you like to see her?" Harry just closed his eyes, what had just happened to him?!

AN: Maybe some Lord of the Rings in the next chapter, after all I'm in it!