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It's Just a Nightmare 13

Harry swallowed his Adam's Apple as he stared back into the ruby red eyes of his father.

"Alex, you look pale, would you like something to eat?" asked the monster in mild concern. Harry snorted,

"You bring me into the future, where you, my mortal enemy who also happens to be my father rule supreme and you expect me to be alright?!"

"My boy, cheekiness shall not be tolerated here, do you understand?" hissed Voldemort as he grabbed hold of Harry's delicate jaw and crushed it under his strong grip. He really did have strength for one so skinny. The cold spidery fingers slithered down to Harry's neck and tightened their grip. "And I shall not tolerate any disobedience from my son, either. Is that clear?" Harry shook his head ferociously and the monster let go.

"No, I shall never, ever obey your stupid commands! I won't be your slave like all those Death Eaters. Never, leave me alone!" cried Harry desperately.

"Oh, but my boy, you have no chose now. I have control of everything and there's no mother or Dumbledore to save you now!" chuckled Voldemort.

"You're sick, I hate you I wish I was never born your son!" yelled Harry flinging his arms around himself. He started to cry. This was about the worst situation he could be in. What was he going to do now, with that monster ruling the world. The helplessness and sadness over whelmed him and salted raindrops started to pour down his cheeks. What had happened to Ron, Sirius, Remus and all his other friends? How could he cope but a nasty little voice in the back of his head said: why not join him, there's nothing else you can do. Make life easy fro yourself and do as you are told. You could be powerful, rich and life in luxury

"Oh, my boy, it isn't so bad. Some of your little friends are still alive, you can see them if you like. Besides hadn't you always wanted to live with your family?" the care in his voice made Harry even sicker than before.

"What would you care? All you ever wanted was to dominate the world! You never even wanted me. I bet I was just some accident!"

"Now, my child, don't say silly things when you're mad. Come think about this, I shall allow you to live in luxury with everything you could possibly want. You can even be with your little friends if you want. Besides you can't possibly do anything else so I advise you to take my offer before I make you do something worse," Harry raised his tear stained face from his arms.

"Are you going to make me a Death Eater as well?" he asked in a small voice. A gleam of triumph spread over Voldemort's face.

"No, my boy, there are no Death Eaters anymore, everyone has joined our Dark Order." Harry gulped. He may as well do as he was told after all there was other option. However his conscience stopped him short of agreeing with Voldemort: what the hell do you think you are doing? You can't give in to that monster. Think about how betrayed Dumbledore, Ron, Sirius and Hermione would feel. What has happened to you Harry? His alter ego retaliated with a string of reasons revolving round the basis that he had no other choice. Oh my God, thought Harry, I must be going mad! Voldemort continued to stare at him with those ruby red eyes. "My boy, have you reached a decision yet? I won't hesitate to add that I don't take no for an answer and that you might not see that mudblood friend of yours ever again."

"I....I'll stay with you, just leave me alone and don't make me do any of your dirty work, " whimpered Harry.

"Good boy, now come, how about something to eat?" asked Voldemort as he clapped his hands. A small-bedraggled looking thing in torn up rags appeared out of thin air and bowed its head. "Go get your young master something to eat and be quick about it too!" barked Voldemort. Harry couldn't help being reminded of Dobby and his tea cosies. An aching sensation of loss spread through his spine and clutched at his heart. Where were Dobby, Winky, and all his other friends?

"Tell me where are my friends," demanded Harry suddenly. Why hadn't he asked the monster earlier. What was wrong with him? His feelings about his friends had gone quite numb now for some reason, only a minute ago he was crying for them. Sure he thought about them but there just wasn't the sense of loss that he should feel and why did he trust this demon? The monster could have poisoned his food just to make him suffer.

"Why, Sirius and Remus? Oh they are probably dead by now. They tried to form a resistance after Dumbledore died but you see it was crushed and they fled for their lives. I put them under death sentence so they have probably been murdered by now." Again there was just a dull sense of grief. "I suppose you want to know about that red haired boy, Ron Weasley, well, he being the stupid Gryffindor he was died trying to kill Lucius Malfoy, futile really. Oh and his sister died of grief a few weeks after the last battle, pity really I think Draco really liked her. The rest of the family are dead too although I do believe the twins are still at large somewhere but I'm sure Draco will be glad to deal with them. Your mudblood friend is currently with Draco and all your little Gryffindor friends are either dead or serving their penance as slaves to one of my inner circle." Harry just nodded, no grief no pain, nothing, it felt like there was nothing to care about anymore.

The house elf arrived with a several plates laden with food, which it carried using magic. "Now my boy, do eat something you look terribly pale," said Voldemort studding his son's white face. It had gone extremely pale in the last few minutes, just like his own. Harry cautiously chose the most innocent looking piece of pie from one of the plates and, well aware of the monster watching him, nibbled a piece of the pastry. It tasted alright, he took a bite this time and his mouth was filled with sweet, juicy pumpkin. The juice ran down his throat soothing the dryness and the soft, velvety pumpkin seemed to melt in his mouth was he chewed, unnecessarily.

"Is that all sirs?" asked a small cracked voice. Harry look down in surprise, he hadn't noticed that the house elf was still there.

"That will be all," replied Voldemort as he selected a piece of cake and started to munch. The house elf disappeared faster than he had appeared. Harry stared at his father who was munching on a piece of chocolate cake. The monster was well aware of his sons gaze and he looked up.

"Sorry, I have never associated you with chocolate cake before," said Harry apologetically, what was happening to him? Apologising to that monster?

"I am partly human, my boy," replied the monster fairly amused.

"Um...what are you going to do with me? I mean I am going to go to school at Drumstrand or something?" what was he saying? Wasn't he going to escape this horror? He wasn't just going to be Voldemort's slave was he? Somehow his actions were getting uncontrollable. He would say something, which he didn't seem to think about then realise what he had done. Ah, said that nasty little voice at the back of his head, which he had failed to notice before just a few minutes ago, but you see, I'm becoming more active now a days so I'm afraid you'll just have to put up with me, after all you won't survive if you don't'.

"No, son, you will be personally tutored by me," answered Voldemort analysing his son's face. It was quite unreadable but one emotion was quite clear, the boy seemed to be divided, it was more of a feeling than anything else but Voldemort knew feeling could be very important. The nasty little voice kicked up a gear,

"So when do I start the training?" asked the nasty little voice through Harry.

"Now, after you have finished your dinner," The nasty little voice gained control and stuffed the pie into Harry's face,

"I'm ready," replied the nasty little voice as it made Harry dust himself off. Voldemort gave Harry a scrutinising look but said,

"Fine, come," Harry struggled against his own body as it followed Voldemort into the library.

It was the same as he remembered huge bookcase towering up the walls and in rows like solemn soldiers. The shelves were still crammed full of books except now row upon row of dark arts books filled the place where the entire place where Harry would have look for help on his homeworks. There were books like "Illegal Curses of the Dark Ages" and "Torture to the soul: spells to make a perfect hell". Wasn't Voldemort a little too eager to train him? Wouldn't the monster be afraid of a rebellion of some sort? Not by the way you're going, said the normal voice.

"What do you want me to do, my Lord?" asked the nasty little voice through Harry.

"First we shall start with basic curses and counter curses, I do believe you are very behind on them," stated Voldemort without looking at the boy, it was as if he was a child turning away from a complicated problem that he couldn't solve but had to. "We shall first learn about the Deo Amicum curses. These were invented at first for the light side during the War of the White Witches in Age of the Wars. The spells were kept secret at all costs because of their destructive power. The incantation does not have to spoken verbally; it just requires the caster to concentrate on casting the spell. However the dark side got the spells eventually after the Wars had ended and they became popular with the wizards of the time because these are extremely powerful curses. Their use died down soon after because the light side had a double counter curse which, unlike most double curses, sent the curse back the way it came.

"However I have come up with a version of the Deo Amicum, which is resistant to that particular counter curse and all the common counter curses. We shall practise the first and easiest of the new Deo Amicum, the Curse of the Angels. You need to say something for this curse to work but it doesn't have to be the incantation. You need to copy my wand movement and concentrate your hatred on the person or thing you are casting the spell on. For now we shall practise on the table." With that Voldemort whipped out his wand and held it in duelling stance. Nasty Harry did the same and watched attentively as Voldemort bought his wand down diagonally like he was chopping something in half. However the wand stopped mid way and a jet of coppery light shot out of the tip. There was a crack as the light went through the table and left a smoking hole in its wake.

"When you cast this spell on a person or animal it will simply burn the muscles in the chest to cinders," said Voldemort very off handily. "A very good way to kill some one painfully unlike the Avada Kedavra curse." Evil Harry nodded in agreement and tried to imitate the hand movements. He did succeed partly only his spell was no way powerful enough to burn a hole through the table.

The two people practised the spell over and over again until Harry had got it to perfection, which considering the difficulty of the curse was a relatively short time. However it was already dark outside when the monster was finally pleased with his progress.

"I have finally master it, my Lord" stated Evil Harry with a hint of glee. The monster smiled back and his ruby red eyes gleamed like hot coals in a fire,

"Good boy, you may go to the hall for dinner. Afterwards you shall meet me in the dungeons again for your potions lesson with Damien Malfoy,"
AN: Hope that was alright with you guys. Please review. I know that I haven't updated so I tried to make this chapter extra special. How will poor Harry's lesson go and who is Damien Malfoy? Will Evil Harry rein supreme or will Real Harry make a come back? REMEMBER REVIEW IT'S LIKE CHOCY TO AN AUTHOR!