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A/N: Are there some Matrix fans out there, no? Well this chapter is à la Matrix style but with a little twist. Don't get it. Then read it and enjoy it.

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Is it true what they say,
are we too blind to find the way?
Fear of the unknown clouds our hearts today.
Come into my world,
see through my eyes.
Try to understand,
don't wanna lose what we have.

We've been dreaming
but who can deny,
it's the best way of living
between the truth and the lies.

See who I am,
break through the surface.
Reach for my hand,
let's show them that we can
free our mind and find a way.
The world is in our hands,
this is not the end.

Fear is whithering the soul
at the point of no return.
we must be the change
we wish to see.
I'll come into your world,
see through your eyes.
I'll try to understand,
before we lose what we have gained

We just can't stop believing
because we have to try.
We can rise above
their truth and their lies.

I hear their silence
preaching my blame.
Will our strength remain
if their power reigns?

Within Temptation See who I am Silent force

Through the looking-glass

It was dark in the castle of Hogwarts. The sky outside was clouded so that no natural light could shine inside. Only the dimmed candles in the hallways gave some light, just enough to see where you were going. There were whispers in every corner, not life-threatening, only some cracks from the wooden doors, weird metal noises from the armours and harnesses. Besides all that, it was very quiet in the castle. Expect for one thing; a lone figure was wandering in the passageways without a destination in mind. His emerald green eyes were dull, while his feet dragged his body over the floor. Yes, The Boy Who Lived was strolling through the castle after curfew.

He couldn't sleep, had constant nightmares of Voldemort and saw his Godfather, Sirius Black, falling over and over again behind the veil. Sirius… God, how much he missed him. A tear escaped his eye but he rubbed it away rapidly. It was his entire fault that Sirius died, and at the other hand it wasn't; like his friends keep telling him. But he couldn't believe it. He couldn't accept it. He just wished he could crawl under his blanket and sleep for the next two or tree years without having to worry about his miserable life, his constant near to death experience and the prophesy. The Prophesy…

He will have the power that the Dark Lord knows not…

What power? He kept asking himself about that ever since he heard that damn prophesy. But he didn't know, Dumbledore didn't know or he didn't want to tell him, or nobody knew. He sighed in desperation while his feet lead him towards the Room of Requirement. The door was open so without thinking, he went insides and locked it behind him. The room itself fell his train of thoughts and transformed into a diva bedroom with a bathroom. His eyes gazed around in the room and saw a divan which was standing in front the fireplace. It looked nice enough and he seated – no, thudded on it.

He let his mind wander while he watched the fire dancing in the hearth. He normally was supposed to clear his mind, but he couldn't, to many thoughts where running in his head. There was no point in organizing his train of thought if he was too tired. He thought about her; Ginny. She was getting more and more mysterious these days. Even today, she was quiet. Her friends had told them at the table this morning that she hadn't shown up in bed last night and was only seen earlier in the morning. Weird, isn't it? Harry narrowed his eyes. Has this anything to do with this guy she danced with? Harry shook his head; too tired to come to conclusions.

But there was something else. Somewhere deep in his guts told him that this guy wasn't a student and he did know him. Harry chuckled. Who didn't know him? Well, the Muggles didn't, that was for sure. But who is he? Harry would never forget those lavender eyes.

"Oh God. Why me?" Harry murmured still gazing into the fire. The warmth made him feel better in someway, but not enough to make him fall asleep. Harry leant back in the couch and looked up. It was just a plain white ceiling and Harry was thinking how it looked like if you gave it another colour. He rolled his eyes. What was he thinking? He looked back down and something caught his attention.

Next to the bed in the corner, there was a grand mirror which reflected everything back that was in the room, even Harry who was now watching it. He stood up, past memories replayed in his mind about the mirror of Erised, and stood directly in front of it. He was seeing himself; the untamed black mass on his head, the old fashion glasses in his nose and the piercing emerald green eyes starring back at him. Harry smiled. So this is how I look like? He never bothered about his appearance, he didn't care what the people said about him. Harry closed his eyes, wishing that this was the mirror of Erised and he would see his parents again when he would open them, but instead of that; Harry jumped back wards.

The mirror was empty. Totally empty. No reflection of whatsoever. Curious, Harry stepped to the large mirror and took a closer look. It had a smooth silvery surface. Harry frowned and touched it, but before his fingers touched the outside, he held back. He wasn't sure if this was safe, it could be anything; a Portkey or something cursed. Shaking his head and with a smile on his face, Harry touch the damn surface. Like anyone was going to stop him, it was his choice. The silvery surface of the mirror was plane and smooth, but cold. His entire body stared to freeze. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. He pulled his hand back, but there was a sticky silvery slime on his fingertips. It shined like metal and it crawled up along his arm.

Harry started to panic, fell on his rear and slowly his eyes closed until he saw no more except the cold feeling which spread through his body.

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He didn't dare to open his eyes. He felt the cold suddenly be replaced by warmth and he felt at rest. It was better then in his bed under the warm blanket, better then being with his friends. He felt at ease, freed from all the pain and humiliation he had to suffer during his stay at Hogwarts. But it wasn't right. Why is he feeling like this? Harry frowned and opened his eyes and blinked several times. I think I'm going blind. The room or rather it was white and filled with emptiness. Harry sat up and took up his surroundings. There was nothing. Where am I?

Looking from side to side, Harry suddenly saw a lone figure standing in front of him. He was standing a few feet away, surrounded by white mist. Harry looked back at himself and saw also that he was encircled with white mist as well. Looking back at the figure in front of him, he stood up and faced him.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asked. His voice echoed loudly.

The man smiled. "Well, this is your dream. But at least you could have come up with something more realistic then this, right?"

Harry frowned. What does he mean? He looked around once again until his eyes stayed on the figure before him. He narrowed his eyes to see more details about this guy when he suddenly saw recognition in his eyes. This person's eyes were lavender in colour. Harry chuckled. Now I am starting to see things. I'm going nutters. He closed his eyes for a moment. Oh, I just whish I was standing in a forest or something. Anywhere, but here. Harry sighed.

"Now, that's more like it." The man said. Harry opened his eyes again only to find himself standing in some sort of a forest. Not a dark forest, but a lovely, magical wood. He was stunned.

"What in the name?" Harry gasped. He turned around his axis, looked from one side at the other and even touched a three; just to see if it was real. Well, it was real, in some sort of way. How did this happen, he asked himself. After the little sightseeing, he turned his attention back to the person who was leaning against one of the massive trunks. His posture was quite arrogant and in some way superior. He snorted slightly and stepped forwards.

"I know you from somewhere. You were at the ball, right?" he asked him, still being cautious. The man just smiled at him like there was nothing else in the world.

"You're catching on quick." He said. He pulled himself away from the trunk and walked towards the raven haired boy. Harry, who wasn't stupid, stepped back. He reached for his wand but it wasn't there.

"You should have dreamed that you had your wand with you."

"What do you mean?" Harry snarled.

"Everything what goes around in here, you decide. You're dreaming right now, Harry. That's why the 'white room' turned into a forest because that's what you wanted." He explained.

Harry glared. Not knowing what else to say. "Who are you?" He asked again.

He smiled. "Nuitari. But you can call me Night."

Now everything clicked. He had seen him somewhere before, somewhere in a dark castle while he had been again dreaming about Voldemort. This was the same person who had shoed him out. And at the ball, his eyes and Ginny who looked happy. Yes, it all clicked. This Nuitari was the person who was responsible of keeping Ginny captive. It made him furious.

"You!" He snarled. Harry was ready to tackle him like the Gryffindor he was: act first, ask question later.

"Now, there's no reason to be upset. I'm only here to help you." Night replied.

"Help me. With what! As much as I know you could be a Death Eater!" Harry scowled back. His eyes where blazing.

"Don't compare me to those low shitheads!" Night hissed angrily. Shadows where moving between the trees in the forests. Harry backed off, his eyes were dimmed. And before he knew, Night stood directly in front of him. Now his eyes were blazing but instead of lavender they turned into crimson. Now Harry was really shitting in his pants. "No listen you twit, I'm not doing this for my joy, ok!"

Harry stood firm, but nodded. Night backed off and his eyes returned to normal. He still held a dislike towards the boy, but he couldn't help it. This boy loved Ginny as much he did, but he couldn't have her. He sighed and rubbed his temples.

"What do you know about the prophesy? You told me something during the feast." Harry asked carefully.

Nuitari gazed at him and smiled. "Everything and nothing. But what I said is true."

Harry looked down. "I don't understand. This is just too much for me."

Night laughed, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. "I imagine that right now, you're feeling a bit like Alice. Hmm? Tumbling down the rabbit hole?"

Harry looked up. "You could say that." Harry pulled himself together and sat down on one of the trunks. The look in his eyes betrayed him. The boy had so much experience in his life which made Night sighed.

"I see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Do you believe in fate, Phoenix?" Night asked him curiously. Harry looked up.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my life. Like it isn't happening to me already." The last sentence was said in a whisper.

Night grinned. "I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. you can't explain What you know, but you feel it. You've felt your entire life, that there's something wrong inside here." He put his hand on his heart. "You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

The boy looked surprised. He was right after all. Maybe this person, who ever he was, could tell him something more about this so called prophesy than Dumbledore. He might be able to help the boy out, and Harry had this weird feeling that it was true.

"I don't know exactly what you mean but I have felt it." Harry replied.

"Do you want to know what it is?" Night asked him.

Harry nodded.

"Magic is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very forest even though it's a dream. You can see it when you look out your window or when you go into bed. You can feel it when you go to class... when you go to the bathroom... when you pay your drinks during Hogsmeade Weekend. It is magic that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth."

"What truth?" He wasn't quite following.

"That magic is using you, Phoenix, everyone and everything. You think you can control magic just by waving your stick. You're wrong. By using your wand, you let magic use you."

"So what do you suggest? Doing it wandless then?" Harry snorted.

"You may not believe it, but it is true. You are a slave just by using a wand. You have to do it the other way around. You have to control magic. Let me tell you something," Night smiled, "Those who mastered wandless magic have seen the truth behind magic and there are a few of them. You have to understand magic. And that's your power, Phoenix."

Harry looked at him like he had grown a second head. The power the dark lord knows not… So, Harry thought, this is it. He frowned in confusion. Dumbledore could do wandless magic, so it wasn't very special. He saw Night shake his head.

"Dumbledore doesn't know everything, and that little wandless magic he does is just pitiful. He's good for a Wizard, but you, Phoenix are something more." He said.

"But I still don't understand how I should use it!" Harry said desperately finding the ground very interesting. Night let out a very long sigh and shook his head.

"You have to let it all go, Harry. Fear, doubt, and disbelief. Free your mind. Magic is everywhere, it's like energy. It's inside us, it surrounds us, and it is what keeps the universe together. But if you don't start to understand it, you will stay a slave."

"What about you, smart ass." Harry snorted irritably. This person was even worse then Dumbledore. Harry didn't fully understand it, but somehow it felt right.

"I know the meaning of magic, moron. Unlike you." Night sneered.

"What that supposed to mean!" Harry roared, standing up and faced the man. They were like a few inches away from each other faces when Night spat back.

"You just don't have a backbone, you whimpering brat. Your Godfather died and you started whimper like a baby. Really, face the world like a man." Night hissed, gazing in those livid green eyes.

"Don't meddle in my life!" Harry shouted back, his hands were turned into fist.

"You call that a life? Really, even my Grandmother had a life." Nuitari mocked but it was the last straw for Harry, the boy who lived.

"That's it!" The boy threw himself on Nuitari who was rather shocked by the boy's sudden action and they both fell on the ground. Harry tried to punch him, but he dodged out of the way by using his foot. Night pushed Harry off him and the boy fell on his back. With a swift movement Night stood back on his feet facing Harry with a grin on his face. Harry, who was getting more enraged, run the older boy and used an upper strike but missed by hair when Night dove out of the way and gave the boy a blow in the face.

But Harry was far from giving up, actually Night was even encouraging him.

"C'mon Harry let it all go!" A big smile was plastered all over his face. Harry had a split lip but he wiped the blood away and growled.

"Bastard!" he hissed. He stood back in duelling stance but without a wand, took a few seconds and made the first step. Night saw it coming and stepped aside when Harry tried to punch him with his right arm. Nuitari took to opportunity to smack his hand in Harry's neck when the boy's back was exposed. The raven haired boy hit head first on the ground.

"Is that all you can do? You're pathetic without a wand, hmmm." Night provoked him.

Harry didn't move. "Shut up!" He growled in the dirt. Slowly he stood up and faced him again. Harry ran to him, ready to strike again and he saw Night moving out of the way. By a last second, Harry withdraw himself and saw confusion on Night's face. Harry grinned, turned around his axis and used a round house kick which landed perfectly on his face. Night was thrown back on the ground staring up at a grinning Harry, but it didn't last long. With a fast movement, Nuitari strangled the boy's legs with his own and Harry fell on his side. A soft groan escaped his lips while Night held him in a death grip.

"Not bad for a Wizard," Night panted. Harry still struggled, but the older boy was far too strong. No wonder Ginny liked him. Night stepped off him and waved with his hand.

"Constringo" Night stepped away from to boy who was a bit confused of why he suddenly couldn't move. He was totally paralysed. Night grinned and wiped away the blood on his forehead. "So, do you feel better now?" He asked him.

Harry let out a long sigh and took some deep breaths. "I guess I am. But how did you do it?"

"Like I said before we started this little fight, I understand magic. I don't need a wand, I never had." Harry nodded, it was the only thing he could do because of the spell.

Night nodded to. "Dispell." Harry felt his feeling in his body returned and stood up slowly.

"Can you teach me?" the boy asked. Night face went grime.

"No. That's something you need to do on your own." Harry's expression fell. "I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to walk through it." Night explained.

There was a moment of silence. A small breeze went through their hair when both of them studied the ground. After this little fight, Harry felt a bit well, he had to admit it. Maybe he could ask Ron for a little fighting match just to let out some steam. He shook his head; he wouldn't want to hurt his best friend just for that. Harry looked back up to see Night staring at him with his lavender eyes. His scar was quite remarkable, going diagonal over his nose bridge between his eyes. Harry touched his own scar just to feel the familiar lightning bolt shape on his forehead. But Harry still had some questions that needed to be answered.

"Who are you really? You know everything about me, my life and probably my future. But you invaded my dreams, started to talk about the prophesy, about freeing my mind and yet it's like child play for you." Harry went on.

Night smirked, holding his hands behind his back as he talked. "Well, if you really want to know who I am, then just do it. This is your dream. If you want to reveal my being then so be it." Night didn't like it very much to reveal himself to this boy. Not his own father knew what he was; the only person who knew was Ginny. But both of them have the same enemy and in the future they need to work together, even if he didn't like it.

Harry thought deep about what he meant. If this was his dream, and he could dream about a forest, then there should be no problem for this. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt the air shifting, another sent filled his nostrils and he felt some strange vibes in front of him. Almost to scared to open up his eyes. Bit by bit he opened them up, staring at the ground which was covered with small rocks. By the colour of it, Harry knew it must be night time. Very slowly he lifted up his head and looked at Night. His heart jumped a beat and he took a step back. The moon was full and bright and gave an eerie glow on the surface. In the distance stood two identical Egyptian pyramids surrounded by high sand. But the 'thing' in front of him made him gasp. So, this is what Ginny saw.

Harry looked at every detail of Night's being. He just stood there, black wings high up, spreading dark shadows around him, his hair was dark black with a soft blue shimmer in it and his eyes were shiny lavender. Harry almost forgot to breath. It was an Angel who was standing a few feet away from him. never in his life had he seen something so divine. But there was something wrong; Harry narrowed his eyes and then he felt it.

"You're evil." Harry whispered with caution. Nuitari laughed and gave his wings a full span, losing a few feathers along the way. By seeing him move, Harry gave a jolt.

"Evil is a point of view. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are, none so like him as ourselves." Night singsonged.

Harry gave him an odd look.

"Never mind," Night continued, rolling his eyes, "You see me now as who I am and I hope it will stay between us. I'm a Sorcerer, I control magic and yes, I may look evil and I'm born to the dark but that doesn't make me one. Every dark creature is standing under my command, but that doesn't mean I'm evil or does it?"

"No, but it is the choices we made what we'll become." The boy replied.

"True. Look at yourself, Phoenix." Nuitari said.

He did what he was told and looked down at himself. It was strange. Harry winced in chock. He wasn't wearing his Hogwarts robes anymore, instead of that he was wearing a long scarlet sleeve under tunic, a vest and dark red pants and a belt which was made out of leader. Black boots which felt rather nicely but still; why? Harry gave Night a questioning look.

"This is how you truly looks, Harry, from the inside. This is the first step of all steps you got to take. It won't be easy, but I think your friends will gladly help." Nuitari smiled.

"Help me with what?"

"To know yourself."

Everything started to fade. Harry saw him staking flight while to moon shone brighter as the sun, blinding him. The boy who lived started to shout at him for more answers but none came; only a soft echo of the last words that Night said to him. Harry himself started to wake up while his surroundings died away and the warmth welcomed him.

He opened his eyes and stared at a white ceiling. Hearing the fire cracking in the distance, Harry got up and looked around. Must have really dreamed then? He was lying on the floor of the Room of Requirement, starring at his reflection in the mirror. Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes, Harry saw a long black feather in front of the glass.He picked it up and played with it, and came to realise that he has work to do.

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While Harry made his way back to Gryffindor Common Room, Snape was pacing in his private chamber. He was worried to boot, not knowing what to do about the Dark Lord. There was something going on and yet he doesn't know anything about it. Something wicked was coming in their direction. Of course, my 'loyalty' is till in consideration whatever I will follow him or not. Damn him! Snape groaned and thudded in the arm chair while rubbing his temple.

The Headmaster doesn't know anything as well nor did the Order. So, it all depended on him; the ex-Death Eater, the Spy. What kind of spy am I if there's nothing to spy on? The Potion Master took a deep breath and smarted himself up. He was surely getting afraid of the future and then there's that new prophecy to worry about. Nobody good translate it not even the Ancient Language professor could do it. Maybe it must be some kind of trick or spell to reveal the Ancient text or was it something much simpler.

Snape stared into the fire, occluded his mind of any heavy thought. But he couldn't keep his mind of Nuitari. How did he sneak into the castle? One mystery too many for his pleasure. But whoever he was, Voldemort must trust him. But there was something very similar between the Dark Lord and the Boy. Shaking his head, Snape stood up and walked towards his bedroom. He needed to be fully equipped for tomorrow. First period; Gryffindors and Slytherins in the same Potion Class. A very bad mix.

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It was quiet for once in the Galatea Castle. There were no DE meetings nor any dark creatures were soaring around the place. Nuitari walked peacefully through the passageways, cloak billowing behind him in a Snape-ish way and only equipped with his Katana Sword. He felt better after a little midnight chat with Ginny, not to mention that he already missed her. And what really made him cheerful was that he finally could punch some sense into the Gryffindor boy.

Now he was making his way towards his 'father's' chambers. Not that he was looking forwards to it, he was actually trying to avoid him as much as possible. Chancing his posture from optimistically to a neutral expression in a matter of seconds before he entered. The dark room hasn't changed much from the last time he was here. It wasn't a very fine memory. Night looked around and saw Voldemort sitting in his arm chair in front of the hearth. He made his way over it and stood there for a good minute until his father had noticed him.

"What to you want?" Voldemort hissed without looking up.

"The question is 'what do you want from me'?" Night replied back sharply.

Now Voldemort looked up and looked at his son with his piercing red snake-like eyes. "Sit down." He ordered.

Night snorted. "I rather stand." And went standing next to the heart, leaning his back to the wall and crossed his arms on his chest. He looked at his father indecently, waiting for him to speak but the man kept sneering.

"I should have killed you the moment I knew you existed." The Dark Lords grinned.

Nuitari shrugged. "I wouldn't mind if you want to kill me, but I might struggle a bit."

"Yes, you would. A Riddle never gives up." Voldemort's face darkened. "Only for saying that name makes me want to quiver."

"Get to the point." Night piped in. He was already annoyed to where this conversation was going to. If he's going sentimental, I'm going to bang my head to the nearest wall. Night was at the very urge to say to him 'get a life' but it doesn't fit in this kind of situation. The man was basically a sociopath who can never return to a normal life, let stand being sentimental. Night snorted at that thought. Will he ever have a normal life like a normal person? Probably not, consider that he is not average.

"I've changed my plan….

TBC

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