Harry Potter and the Dark Lord

Chapter 47: Dreaming Part 1: Harry

This chapter will have two parts to it. Just a heads-up!

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: In which Harry has another encounter with Voldemort.

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The next day Dumbledore arrived to perform the Fidelius Charm. It felt odd to Harry knowing the house was invisible to everyone else. Dumbledore created wards along the outside edge of Sirius' property so they could go outside instead of being cooped up in the house.

Once he was gone, Harry was informed that the Weasleys and Hermione would be coming later that day. Harry spent the rest of the morning wandering around outside.

He was walking back to the house to get ready for his friends' arrival when his scar began to hurt. He clutched it with both hands as he dropped to the ground.

Draco, the plan is all set. Do it as quickly as you can when you get back to school. Remember, I will not tolerate failure."

"Yes Master."

Harry opened his eyes to find himself lying on the ground. He sat up and immediately wished he hadn't, his head was now pounding. He stood up and walked unsteadily to the house. He went straight up to his room and collapsed into bed. He fell immediately into sleep.

"Hello again Potter." Harry looked around and groaned. Voldemort was standing behind him with an evil smile on his face.

"I no longer have any need for you. Miss Lovegood told me all your pathetic little secrets, including that lovely prophecy. The one that says that one of us has to kill the other. Tell me, how do you plan on killing me? Rest assured that I do not plan on dying. I know that we will be meeting soon, as should you, since I know you overheard my conversation with young Mister Malfoy. He's quite a faithful servant, you know. In the meantime, however, I can have a bit of fun. Crucio!" said Voldemort.

Harry fell to the floor in agony. He bit his lip, trying not to scream and give Voldemort more pleasure. Finally, Voldemort lifted the curse and Harry scrambled to his feet with muscles feeling like they were on fire. He searched frantically for a way out, but couldn't find one.

"Trying to escape me Potter? Guess what? I control this place and I decide when you leave. The bond between us does have its uses." said Voldemort.

"Oh yeah?" spat Harry. He reached into his pocket for his wand, but it was gone.

"Looking for this?" asked Voldemort with an evil grin, holding up what was unmistakably Harry's wand.

Harry was beyond anger. Voldemort dared touch his wand? He lunged at Voldemort, intending to take it back, but Voldemort simply raised his own wand and Harry flew backwards, landing hard on the ground.

Harry lay breathing heavily on the floor for an moment, then scrambled to his feet and began to back away from Voldemort. His scar was now hurting worse than ever and his back hurt from landing on the floor. He knew he didn't need his wand, but he wasn't sure if he could even do wandless magic in a dream, especially one controlled by Voldemort.

Nevertheless, he thought it wasn't a good idea to let Voldemort know about his new powers, since he could use that against him. Voldemort advanced on him, wand raised and pointed at him, apparently thinking. Suddenly he stopped.

"Crucio!" he yelled with his wand pointed at Harry's scar.

Harry screamed in pain and dropped to the ground. He screamed in pain, his scar feeling as though it had been opened again. Finally, after several long minutes, the spell was lifted. Harry was to exhausted to move and lay panting on the floor.

Just as Voldemort raised his wand again, the room erupted in a blinding white light. Voldemort and the room disappeared, and Harry was left in nothingness.

The pain from the Cruciatus Curse and his scar was gone. In fact, Harry felt nothing at all. There was no Voldemort and no pain, nothing. Harry was relieved and relaxed. He didn't want to go back, ever again.

"Harry, you must go back." said a soft, feminine voice. Harry sat up in surprise. No, he didn't want to.

Suddenly, he felt something pushing him backwards. He fell through the air, landing with a thud and opening his eyes.


Next Chapter: Dreaming Part 2: Sirius