AN: Enjoy this chapter I must say it is the longest I've written so far.
PLEASE R+R
Its Just a Nightmare 17
It took a long time for Harry to fall asleep in his unfamiliar surroundings even though the bed as the softest he had ever slept on. In a way he rather liked this new life of his; no more chores, no more homework or Malfoy and best of all no more orphan status. He almost regretted defeating Voldemort in the first place but then he couldn't have stopped that could he. At last he could call someone "father" but he didn't really like calling anyone "father". It seemed to be something Malfoy would say and he always thought that if he did have a chance to meet his "father" he would definitely call him dad. However when your father happens to be the world's most powerful dark lord with the power of life or death over you, you don't exactly call him dad, do you? That kind of affectionate title would probably anger Voldemort or something. As these thoughts swirled around his head he dropped into a deep slumber.
The dream he had was almost disturbing, he had dreamt of his friends all lined up in a row and each and every one of them took turns in screaming to the whole world what a traitor he was. Hermione stepped forwards and said in a distant yet forceful voice:
"Harry how could you just sit there and be daddy's little boy. You are the only one who can save the wizarding world now use your connection with Voldemort and save us, Harry, save us!" the last words echoed rung around his head like a giant gong. Harry sat bolt upright and came face to face with his father. The crimson eyes bore into the clouded green ones, as they seemed to see into to his brain. Was Voldemort a mind reader? No, there was no such thing as a mind reader even in the wizarding world. However Harry was still really scared as the scarlet eyes continued to search him. Harry discreetly avoided his father's gaze but even then he could still feel those eyes reading his mind like a book. He was starting to break into a cold sweat but why was he so bothered about his father finding out about an insignificant dream he had. After all it didn't mean anything to him....or did it?
"Hello, Alex my son, did you sleep well?" inquired the man in front of him. Harry gulped and nodded, trying to look calm in front of the Dark Lord. He had no desire to let Voldemort find out about his dreams. Voldemort gave his son one last indulgent looked and headed out of the room presumably order something from the kitchens. Harry hurriedly looked around for something to wear only to find that the only clothes in sight were Slytherin robes. Sighing, he sluggishly pulled them over his head and headed out of the room after his father.
Harry found his father lounging in one of the comfortable armchairs reading the paper just like any other person might. However this didn't make Harry anymore relaxed in his presence. In fact it made him more tense then ever; he was still quite sure Voldemort knew or had some idea of what had gone on in his head just a few minutes ago. The Dark Lord looked up from his paper as Harry entered the room.
"Good morning..father," he muttered hastily feeling even more uncomfortable. He had no idea how Alex could resist that penetrating gaze. Alex, he didn't even want to think about Alex or about his choices; he was beginning to enjoy all the paternal attention.
"Good morning, Alex, are you hungry yet?" his father inquired in a doting tone that he used in private.
"Yes, father," answered Harry meekly as the man walked over and put a long spider like hand on his shoulder. With that the two walked out of the dungeons to the great hall. Harry was getting distinct goose bumps all over his left should, which just happened to be the shoulder with Voldemort's hand on. He did his best to refrain from squirming under his father's touch. After all he didn't want Voldemort to know that his son was now Harry again.
The grand table was set explicitly for two of unequal status. A large high backed, rather plain oak chair was set out at the right hand side of a grand, throne like chair with delicate carvings on every inch of the silver frame. The tablecloth was pale emerald green and contrasted nicely with the silverware that was lying on top. The Dark Lord sat down, as was expected, at the head of the table while his son took the seat on the right. Harry shifted awkwardly in his chair, trying and failing to make the sitting experience more comfortable. His father lightly clapped his hands and the sound reverberated around the hall as if his had just rung a gong and died away suddenly. Just as abruptly food filled the empty silver plates in front of the two. Not even batting an eye lid the Dark Lord helped himself to a piece of what looked to be steak. Harry cautiously followed his example but instead he chose the most innocent piece of elfberry pie he could find.
Breakfast had finished before something truly significant happened but like all other incredibly momentous things it chose to first appear in the most trivial form possible.
The elf which had once brought food to his chambers appeared again behind his father and Harry applauded himself for his rather good memory, after all house elves had the tendency to look the same in human eyes. His father, however, had not notice the elf at all, so Harry cleared his throat pointedly. This cause his father to look up and then behind him as guided by his son's silent finger. The small elf tried to make itself even smaller under the intense gazed of Lord Voldemort. This seemed to achieve the opposite effect it had been hoping for his lordship looked more annoyed than ever,
"What are you here for?" he demanded in a tone that would have made grown wizards go weak at the knees. The elf trembled again and this time Harry was under impression that it was trembling because of something other than Lord Voldemort's glare.
"Elf is here to inform master..." at this the house elf began to tremble more violently than ever and Harry reproached himself for not helping it in some way. "Elf is here to inform master that Cardenas needs a private consultation with his lordship about matters that concern the resistance," the elf withdrew into the shadows after it had finished hoped for the leave to go before something truly harmful happened. Harry chewed over the lines again while his father seemed to be doing the same thing, though with a clearer background. Did this mean that perhaps the resistance was gaining more power? At first Harry felt a surge of joy rushing through him but then he had to remind himself that he hadn't made up his mind whether he still wanted to be the Boy Who Lived anymore. After all he was enjoying being his father's son. However if the resistance was gaining more power than Voldemort would put more man power and resources into crushing them because currently it seemed that Voldemort wasn't even bothered about the resistance. This could mean that Voldemort might wipe them out for good. So either way this was definitely not a good thing.
From the look on his father's face his thoughts were not far from Harry's.
"Alex, my son," the tone of voice was suddenly softened to the indulgent paternal manner again, "I am afraid I will not be able to spend much time with you today but I shall make up for it, Alex. Elf! Take your young master to the Vestal Room and entertain his whims!" with that harsh order Voldemort swept out of the hall and disappeared from sight.
"Master, if you will be so kind to Elf as to..." the poor house elf stopped suddenly as Harry swung around to face it.
"Don't worry about me, just carry on. Where are we going again?" asked Harry with as much kindness in his voice as possible and the elf flattened its snout like nose to the floor in a ridiculously low bow that reminded Harry of the first time he had met Dobby.
"Elf is to ask Master to allow it to take master to the Vestal Room. Would Master comply?" asked the elf hesitantly.
"Sure, I don't see why not and what is your name really because I don't believe that your name is elf," said Harry as he motioned the elf to lead him to his destination as he followed as it lead him out of a side door that he was sure wasn't there in his days at Hogwarts.
"If it pleases Master Elf will change its name," piped the pint sized bunch of rags.
"No, I just want to know your name,"
"Elf's name is Elf," replied the elf not daring to sound like the statement was really obvious.
"But you can't be called elf because if all the house elves were called elf how does anyone distinguish between you?"
"Only one elf is needed to take a message or take and order, Master,"
"You mean there is only one house elf here?" asked Harry in disbelief.
"Oh no Master, there are hundreds of us but we are all called Elf,"
"Well, would you like a name?" asked Harry rather out of the blue.
"Oh elf would be honoured to take a name from Master," squealed the house elf in apparent delight.
"Well, you think of a name that you like and do stop referring to yourself as it. Are you a boy or a girl?" asked Harry before his mind abruptly reminded him that he had been thinking about the elf in terms of "it". He mentally slapped himself.
"Elf..likes Fern, and...she is a girl" muttered the elf hesitantly. Obviously it was rather afraid to express her opinion.
"Yeah, Fern is a nice name.." Harry trailed off as he saw Fern motion to their destination. It was a huge set of double oak doors that lead presumably a very grand room.
"Um...His Lordship prefers to refer to this as the amusement room," said Fern magically opening the door, which looked so heavy that Harry doubted whether he could have open it without magic. It swung open very slowly.
Gradually the room came into view and to Harry's utter astonishment a ray of bright sunshine hit him full blast in the face. The room seemed to be filled At first sight Harry thought it looked like a library but as more of the room came into view he realised the bookshelves were just a collection of books. The beyond the top left corner of the vast hall, which was dedicated to books as complete set of upholstery ranging from armchairs to sofas gathered in a large semi circle around the biggest fireplace Harry had ever seen. It was clear even from such a long distance away that the fireplace was exquisitely decorated with images of snakes carved with great detail into the white marble. The white marble really suited the bright sunlight that was streaming through two twenty-foot windows on either side of it bathing the entire hall in white light. Rather different for my father, thought Harry cynically as he stepped inside the room. He saw quite plainly now that the right side of the room was dedicated to books and other types of reading material while the other side was dedicated to games and toys. To his utter amazement he saw that beyond the large sea of strange and familiar toys was a full sized indoor quidditch pitch.
Gasping with delight, Harry ran towards the sea of toys to try and find some brooms. He found them lying at the edge of the pitch, which had an artificially green floor. He chose the fastest looking broom he could find and soon he was up in the air soaring round the hoops near the ceiling. He looked down to wave at a rather frustrated Fern.
"Don't' worry I'm an expert at flying!" he called down through his adrenaline rush.
* * *
It was half past one before Harry's toes touched the ground once more. He could tell that from the huge clock on the white wall at the other end of the quidditch pitch. Suddenly his stomach gave loud rumble and Fern, who had been dusting the bookshelves looked up and said,
"If Master is hungry, Fern will fetch some food from the kitchens,"
"That would be good," sighed Harry and flopped down on a soft furry rug.
"Fern will be right back," she squeaked and disappeared with a crack. Harry was felt flopped on the rug with beads of sweat running like rivers down his forehead. Suddenly the sound of footsteps too heavy to belong to Fern, who wouldn't walk anyway floated down the hall and though the still ajar door, which Fern hadn't shut properly, accompanied by what sounded like male voices.
"...His Lordship was really pleased with Cardenas. He even got promoted to the inner circle," said one voice
"Well, he wasn't far off it anyway," replied another voice sounding unimpressed. "Besides the guy did catch the soul person the Dark Lord wanted most of all." "Do you recon the Lord's plan is going to work?" asked the first man
"Trust me His Lordship's number one on control. After all he knows him back to front. It will definitely work."
"Well, what if he won't believe us? What do we do then?"
"Trust me the Lords plan is fool proof. Soon he's gonna be putty,"
"Well, let's just hope the Harry Potter hasn't forgotten Sirius Black."
AN: Hehe Cliffhanger but have no fear for the next chapter is near and even more exciting. Guess what Harry makes a decision
Its Just a Nightmare 17
It took a long time for Harry to fall asleep in his unfamiliar surroundings even though the bed as the softest he had ever slept on. In a way he rather liked this new life of his; no more chores, no more homework or Malfoy and best of all no more orphan status. He almost regretted defeating Voldemort in the first place but then he couldn't have stopped that could he. At last he could call someone "father" but he didn't really like calling anyone "father". It seemed to be something Malfoy would say and he always thought that if he did have a chance to meet his "father" he would definitely call him dad. However when your father happens to be the world's most powerful dark lord with the power of life or death over you, you don't exactly call him dad, do you? That kind of affectionate title would probably anger Voldemort or something. As these thoughts swirled around his head he dropped into a deep slumber.
The dream he had was almost disturbing, he had dreamt of his friends all lined up in a row and each and every one of them took turns in screaming to the whole world what a traitor he was. Hermione stepped forwards and said in a distant yet forceful voice:
"Harry how could you just sit there and be daddy's little boy. You are the only one who can save the wizarding world now use your connection with Voldemort and save us, Harry, save us!" the last words echoed rung around his head like a giant gong. Harry sat bolt upright and came face to face with his father. The crimson eyes bore into the clouded green ones, as they seemed to see into to his brain. Was Voldemort a mind reader? No, there was no such thing as a mind reader even in the wizarding world. However Harry was still really scared as the scarlet eyes continued to search him. Harry discreetly avoided his father's gaze but even then he could still feel those eyes reading his mind like a book. He was starting to break into a cold sweat but why was he so bothered about his father finding out about an insignificant dream he had. After all it didn't mean anything to him....or did it?
"Hello, Alex my son, did you sleep well?" inquired the man in front of him. Harry gulped and nodded, trying to look calm in front of the Dark Lord. He had no desire to let Voldemort find out about his dreams. Voldemort gave his son one last indulgent looked and headed out of the room presumably order something from the kitchens. Harry hurriedly looked around for something to wear only to find that the only clothes in sight were Slytherin robes. Sighing, he sluggishly pulled them over his head and headed out of the room after his father.
Harry found his father lounging in one of the comfortable armchairs reading the paper just like any other person might. However this didn't make Harry anymore relaxed in his presence. In fact it made him more tense then ever; he was still quite sure Voldemort knew or had some idea of what had gone on in his head just a few minutes ago. The Dark Lord looked up from his paper as Harry entered the room.
"Good morning..father," he muttered hastily feeling even more uncomfortable. He had no idea how Alex could resist that penetrating gaze. Alex, he didn't even want to think about Alex or about his choices; he was beginning to enjoy all the paternal attention.
"Good morning, Alex, are you hungry yet?" his father inquired in a doting tone that he used in private.
"Yes, father," answered Harry meekly as the man walked over and put a long spider like hand on his shoulder. With that the two walked out of the dungeons to the great hall. Harry was getting distinct goose bumps all over his left should, which just happened to be the shoulder with Voldemort's hand on. He did his best to refrain from squirming under his father's touch. After all he didn't want Voldemort to know that his son was now Harry again.
The grand table was set explicitly for two of unequal status. A large high backed, rather plain oak chair was set out at the right hand side of a grand, throne like chair with delicate carvings on every inch of the silver frame. The tablecloth was pale emerald green and contrasted nicely with the silverware that was lying on top. The Dark Lord sat down, as was expected, at the head of the table while his son took the seat on the right. Harry shifted awkwardly in his chair, trying and failing to make the sitting experience more comfortable. His father lightly clapped his hands and the sound reverberated around the hall as if his had just rung a gong and died away suddenly. Just as abruptly food filled the empty silver plates in front of the two. Not even batting an eye lid the Dark Lord helped himself to a piece of what looked to be steak. Harry cautiously followed his example but instead he chose the most innocent piece of elfberry pie he could find.
Breakfast had finished before something truly significant happened but like all other incredibly momentous things it chose to first appear in the most trivial form possible.
The elf which had once brought food to his chambers appeared again behind his father and Harry applauded himself for his rather good memory, after all house elves had the tendency to look the same in human eyes. His father, however, had not notice the elf at all, so Harry cleared his throat pointedly. This cause his father to look up and then behind him as guided by his son's silent finger. The small elf tried to make itself even smaller under the intense gazed of Lord Voldemort. This seemed to achieve the opposite effect it had been hoping for his lordship looked more annoyed than ever,
"What are you here for?" he demanded in a tone that would have made grown wizards go weak at the knees. The elf trembled again and this time Harry was under impression that it was trembling because of something other than Lord Voldemort's glare.
"Elf is here to inform master..." at this the house elf began to tremble more violently than ever and Harry reproached himself for not helping it in some way. "Elf is here to inform master that Cardenas needs a private consultation with his lordship about matters that concern the resistance," the elf withdrew into the shadows after it had finished hoped for the leave to go before something truly harmful happened. Harry chewed over the lines again while his father seemed to be doing the same thing, though with a clearer background. Did this mean that perhaps the resistance was gaining more power? At first Harry felt a surge of joy rushing through him but then he had to remind himself that he hadn't made up his mind whether he still wanted to be the Boy Who Lived anymore. After all he was enjoying being his father's son. However if the resistance was gaining more power than Voldemort would put more man power and resources into crushing them because currently it seemed that Voldemort wasn't even bothered about the resistance. This could mean that Voldemort might wipe them out for good. So either way this was definitely not a good thing.
From the look on his father's face his thoughts were not far from Harry's.
"Alex, my son," the tone of voice was suddenly softened to the indulgent paternal manner again, "I am afraid I will not be able to spend much time with you today but I shall make up for it, Alex. Elf! Take your young master to the Vestal Room and entertain his whims!" with that harsh order Voldemort swept out of the hall and disappeared from sight.
"Master, if you will be so kind to Elf as to..." the poor house elf stopped suddenly as Harry swung around to face it.
"Don't worry about me, just carry on. Where are we going again?" asked Harry with as much kindness in his voice as possible and the elf flattened its snout like nose to the floor in a ridiculously low bow that reminded Harry of the first time he had met Dobby.
"Elf is to ask Master to allow it to take master to the Vestal Room. Would Master comply?" asked the elf hesitantly.
"Sure, I don't see why not and what is your name really because I don't believe that your name is elf," said Harry as he motioned the elf to lead him to his destination as he followed as it lead him out of a side door that he was sure wasn't there in his days at Hogwarts.
"If it pleases Master Elf will change its name," piped the pint sized bunch of rags.
"No, I just want to know your name,"
"Elf's name is Elf," replied the elf not daring to sound like the statement was really obvious.
"But you can't be called elf because if all the house elves were called elf how does anyone distinguish between you?"
"Only one elf is needed to take a message or take and order, Master,"
"You mean there is only one house elf here?" asked Harry in disbelief.
"Oh no Master, there are hundreds of us but we are all called Elf,"
"Well, would you like a name?" asked Harry rather out of the blue.
"Oh elf would be honoured to take a name from Master," squealed the house elf in apparent delight.
"Well, you think of a name that you like and do stop referring to yourself as it. Are you a boy or a girl?" asked Harry before his mind abruptly reminded him that he had been thinking about the elf in terms of "it". He mentally slapped himself.
"Elf..likes Fern, and...she is a girl" muttered the elf hesitantly. Obviously it was rather afraid to express her opinion.
"Yeah, Fern is a nice name.." Harry trailed off as he saw Fern motion to their destination. It was a huge set of double oak doors that lead presumably a very grand room.
"Um...His Lordship prefers to refer to this as the amusement room," said Fern magically opening the door, which looked so heavy that Harry doubted whether he could have open it without magic. It swung open very slowly.
Gradually the room came into view and to Harry's utter astonishment a ray of bright sunshine hit him full blast in the face. The room seemed to be filled At first sight Harry thought it looked like a library but as more of the room came into view he realised the bookshelves were just a collection of books. The beyond the top left corner of the vast hall, which was dedicated to books as complete set of upholstery ranging from armchairs to sofas gathered in a large semi circle around the biggest fireplace Harry had ever seen. It was clear even from such a long distance away that the fireplace was exquisitely decorated with images of snakes carved with great detail into the white marble. The white marble really suited the bright sunlight that was streaming through two twenty-foot windows on either side of it bathing the entire hall in white light. Rather different for my father, thought Harry cynically as he stepped inside the room. He saw quite plainly now that the right side of the room was dedicated to books and other types of reading material while the other side was dedicated to games and toys. To his utter amazement he saw that beyond the large sea of strange and familiar toys was a full sized indoor quidditch pitch.
Gasping with delight, Harry ran towards the sea of toys to try and find some brooms. He found them lying at the edge of the pitch, which had an artificially green floor. He chose the fastest looking broom he could find and soon he was up in the air soaring round the hoops near the ceiling. He looked down to wave at a rather frustrated Fern.
"Don't' worry I'm an expert at flying!" he called down through his adrenaline rush.
* * *
It was half past one before Harry's toes touched the ground once more. He could tell that from the huge clock on the white wall at the other end of the quidditch pitch. Suddenly his stomach gave loud rumble and Fern, who had been dusting the bookshelves looked up and said,
"If Master is hungry, Fern will fetch some food from the kitchens,"
"That would be good," sighed Harry and flopped down on a soft furry rug.
"Fern will be right back," she squeaked and disappeared with a crack. Harry was felt flopped on the rug with beads of sweat running like rivers down his forehead. Suddenly the sound of footsteps too heavy to belong to Fern, who wouldn't walk anyway floated down the hall and though the still ajar door, which Fern hadn't shut properly, accompanied by what sounded like male voices.
"...His Lordship was really pleased with Cardenas. He even got promoted to the inner circle," said one voice
"Well, he wasn't far off it anyway," replied another voice sounding unimpressed. "Besides the guy did catch the soul person the Dark Lord wanted most of all." "Do you recon the Lord's plan is going to work?" asked the first man
"Trust me His Lordship's number one on control. After all he knows him back to front. It will definitely work."
"Well, what if he won't believe us? What do we do then?"
"Trust me the Lords plan is fool proof. Soon he's gonna be putty,"
"Well, let's just hope the Harry Potter hasn't forgotten Sirius Black."
AN: Hehe Cliffhanger but have no fear for the next chapter is near and even more exciting. Guess what Harry makes a decision
