Harry Potter and the Dark Lord

Chapter 16: Another Dream

Summary: Set in Harry's sixth year. He encounters far more than he ever could have expected, but he does not have to go through it alone. An old friend returns to help him. Harry's defeat of Voldemort rests on him getting The Scepter of Light and Dark, something that would allow Voldemort to destroy the world if he can get the whole thing. Voldemort's powers are getting stronger and Harry has more than one encounter with him.

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This Chapter: Harry has another dream.

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Harry entered the empty Common Room and continued up the stairs to the sixth year boys' dormitory. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. He had no chance to close his mind, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

He opened his eyes. He was in Grimmauld Place. What was he doing there, he wondered to himself. He heard a commotion going on downstairs and headed out to see what was going on. Harry gasped. There were Death Eaters surrounding someone. He crept forward for a closer look. It was Sirius.

"No!" he screamed. Then, the scene changed.

He was back in the dark room from his dream about Voldemort. His scar began to burn. Harry searched the room frantically for a sign of Voldemort, but he couldn't see him anywhere. Then, he heard the swish of a cloak behind him. He spun around. Voldemort was behind him.

"Ready to tell me the prophecy Potter or do you need another taste of pain?" asked Voldemort.

"I'll never tell you!" spat Harry.

"Very well then. Crucio!" said Voldemort. Harry fell to the floor, screaming in agony. After several minutes, Voldemort lifted the curse.

"Had enough yet?" he asked with a sneer.

"I'd rather die than tell you." said Harry, still lying on the floor.

"That can be arranged Potter." said Voldemort with a sadistic grin.

Voldemort walked over to where Harry lay on the floor. He knelt down and touched Harry's face with the tip of a finger. Instantly, Harry's head felt as in it had been ripped in two.

"What a pity. I told you before that we could be powerful if we joined together, but you'd rather stick with the Mudbloods and Muggle lovers. Your choice then. Goodbye Harry Potter. Avada Kedavra." said Voldemort.

Harry saw a flash of green light before pain consumed his body. The dark-haired boy who lay asleep in Gryffindor Tower's body convulsed and he rolled out of bed.


Next Chapter: The Effects of Dreams