AN: Please note that Harry has an alter ego named for reader's convenience Alex. Alex is like the other side of Harry. Harry Potter in this story is not one but two people, in other words he has a split personality.

Please note that this story doesn't have a pervert twist to it. I'm just trying to show Voldemort and Harry in a family situation. 

It's Just a Nightmare 16

            Lord Voldemort turned the corner followed by his son and pushed open the large wooden doors, which lead to a room that Alex had never been in before. It certainly wasn't the room where Voldemort had told Harry to go to sleep in that morning. The room appeared to be a sitting room of some kind, decorated in the Slytherin colours. The walls were lined with bookshelves containing, Alex noted, lighter reading material than he would have expected from his father but then again who said this was his father's sitting room? The room was luxuriously furbished with two large squashy armchairs and a three-sitter leather sofa made of the extremely high quality leather. The three pieces of upholstery served as a centrepiece for the room and beyond the semi circle that the chairs made was a soft hearthrug in front of a warm blazing fire. Above the fireplace, on the only bare stretch of wall, hung a large tapestry featuring the Slytherin Crest. To Alex's eyes the place looked homey.

            "Well, my boy, this will be the centre of our living quarters. My chambers are on the right hand side," He gestured to a door that Alex hadn't noticed before, "and your chambers are on the left. I will be in my chambers or in this room if you need me," the Dark Lord finished on a rather affectionate tone. Alex nodded and tried to stifle a yawn,

            "Father do you mind if I just go to bed now?" he asked letting his eyelids droop.

            "Yes, but wash first. There is a bath in your private chambers," the Dark Lord answered. Alex yawned again and hurriedly exited into his quarters.

            The Dark Lord frowned and seated himself in his favourite armchair by the fire. He gazed for a while into the crackling flames. His son had clearly surfaced for once and Harry Potter was finally dormant but was it necessarily a good thing? He didn't want a dormant Harry; he wanted a non-existent one. Lord Voldemort was no fool he knew well enough that Alex could never be whole with Harry around and there was always a big possibility that Harry would resurface again. If that did happen he would have some trouble on his hands. He knew perfectly well Harry was not going to submit to him and if Harry Potter did get out then the resistance would become much more stronger.

            The resistance was giving him trouble again. To think he had once thought they had all been eliminated but evil could not eliminate good and good could not eliminate evil. They needed each other in order to exist. He thought that he could at least keep the light side to a bare minimum but the resistance was bouncing back again. Their leader was clearly a cunning man, worthy enough to be called a Slytherin. Their tactics were simple but efficient against his Elite: the resistance hid out in hard reach areas and used guerrilla tactics on his men. The Dark Lord laughed bitterly, world domination had not been as easy as he had imagined.

            Meanwhile Alex had just climbed into the bath and was now enjoying the bubbles that were spewing out of the numerous taps around the edge of the bath. It was just like the prefects bath only it was much smaller and oval in shape. Alex sank lower into his watery cocoon and fell fast asleep……………

            Harry woke up with a jerk as a white bony hand gently shook him. He looked up to see the owner of the hand looking at him with an amused smile on his face. It was Lord Voldemort. An involuntary shiver shot down Harry's spine as the crimson eyes bore into his own. He noticed the Dark Lord's smile had turned into a frown. Had he felt Harry shiver? Well Alex may like his father's touch but he certainly didn't.

            "I………….um fell asleep," muttered Harry suddenly aware that the bubbles had all disappeared. He quickly made himself as decent as possible. Lord Voldemort laughed as he sensed his son's embarrassment.

            "I am you father after all my boy," he said kindly and help Harry out of the bath. Harry's cheeks redden as he hastily dried himself with a towel and slipped into the pyjamas that Lord Voldemort had offered him. They were Slytherin green with a large silver snake on the front. Well, at least they covered him up. Voldemort smiled at his son's antics and lead him into the bedroom, which Alex had not explored. It was smaller than he sitting area but looked very comfortable with a large king sized bed occupying the centre and at that point the only thing Harry cared for was sleep, he could think over his situation once he had rested. With out further a do he clambered on to the bed and pulled on the comforter. The Dark Lord, to Harry up most surprised gently tucked him in and smoothed out the covers. Harry felt really snug and comfortable. "Hush now and sleep well," whispered his blood father and Harry wondered if James had ever tucked him in before.

"Um……. Good night," mumbled Harry sounding very unsure of himself. Was he really saying good night to Voldemort?

"Good night my son……….. and I love you," said the man before him and walked out of the room leaving Harry to ponder his options. Should he run away and join to resistance or should simply stay and be his father's son?

AN: Next chapter Harry make a decision and Voldemort gets a little nasty. Please review thanks.

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