Chapter 11: Strange Dreams
Something was strange. I felt awake, but I wasn't in the hospital wing. I wasn't anywhere, it was just shadows and smoke, but I felt like I wasn't alone. I looked around to see nothing but me. No furniture, no decorations, no people. What the fuck is going on?
"I can tell you'll try my patience. Bearly left me for 2 hours and you're already questioning my commitment?"
I heard his voice ringing around the room, and his voice hadn't changed. The same baritone sexiness, but the tone was more stern and sharp. Like he was angry with me. I was terrified that the evil, crazy him had taken hold and this was a trap to kill me. A chuckle rippled through the room.
"I'm sorry," his tone was softer. "I shouldn't be so sharp with you, considering how our pasts are entwined. I'll try to lengthen my fuse with you."
The smoke shaped around me and became a silk covered bed, the kind you'd fantasise squirming around on naked just to feel it all over your skin. Maybe that was his intention, which wasn't a bad thing, considering I thought he wanted to kill me.
Like lightning, one moment I had clothes and the next I didn't. Before I could breathe, there were arms around my waist, hands on my stomach pressing me against a firm front. He was taller than before, it felt.
"I love that idea you had, I want to watch you rub your body over these sheets."
He pushed me down, and my mind was running everywhere. I turned to look back at him and gasped. He looked older, his early 20s, but no less gorgeous. Nothing else had really changed so much. Even the way he looked at me was warm, albeit lustful. The silk did feel good, so I rolled onto my back and started to squirm around. His eyes trailed down my body as I blushed.
"Not the first time I've said this, but you have fabulous legs, my sweet."
He followed his words by running his fingers from my ankle to my knee. I wanted him to go further, maybe to touch something other than my leg but moved his path back down. I whined, my body wriggling automatically.
"Oh no, I'm teasing you, sweet Harry. So you learn not to question my affection for you." He smirked, "I've never loved before this, and I've warned you against abusing the power that gives you."
I heard this voice, far away and barely recognisable, but off Dumbledore blabbed. Gobbling like a turkey. I knew this was a dream, or at least in my head, and he was coming to wake me up. The frustration was overwhelming, strengthened by Tom's wrath in my mind. He questioned if I was going to give him the cold shoulder when I killed Dumbledore, and I was surprised by the level of honesty my decline had. He chuckled and kissed my head. Then everything sort of fell away.
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My eyes opened as the doors opened. Dumbledore rushed in, my godfather close behind, and Neville storming in with the teachers as well. They seemed to be arguing over something.
"If my godson says there's nothing else to tell you, then you have the whole story. Leave him be."
"He doesn't need you dumping more stress on him Professor, especially when you only give him half a story and don't answer his questions. Leave him the fuck alone. Respectfully."
I giggled. It was comforting hearing Neville speak to Dumbledore like that. It gave me hope that he'd stay with me over Dumbledore when I choose to make my allegiance public. As long as I don't need to do so now.
They rushed me, the teachers trying to ask me questions with Sirius and Neville blocking them. I managed to get them all to shut up, and confirmed what both my defenders had said. I asked if they could leave my prize money with Fred and George, and Sirius assured he'd get it to them. He started kicking everybody out, and I was left with Neville.
"We won't be alone for long, but I know you aren't telling the whole story, I can tell. You don't have to tell me, but you can trust me with it when you're ready."
I honestly wanted to. I wanted to tell him everything I now knew about Tom, lure him to the dark side with me, but I didn't know if he would. And then Sirius came back. I fixed a smile on my face and told him we'd talk later. Sirius came in to announce I was going home, because if Dumbledore saw such a problem then I wasn't safe at school. Really, he just wanted me to get some free time off school.
So I was out of there the next day, leaving the pesky professors and my dilemma with Neville for another day. Dumbledore let us through his fireplace and we emerged outside in the living area at 12 Grimmauld Place. As my vision cleared, I spotted Tom lounging on my Godfather's speckled couch. He looked as tasty as he usually did, except out of place on such a mucky piece of furniture. He rose to greet me and held me close.
"The Daily Prophet wrote that something suspicious happened, but he didn't believe you were fine. Had to see for himself apparently."
"I couldn't stay away under the current crisis."
His words almost made me giggle, given that practically he was the current crisis. Sirius grumbled, clearly uncomfortable, and make a break for the exit to leave me with my lover. My own Dark Lord. Strange to think of him that way with tenderness, rather than distaste. I could almost picture every person he's murdered as I look into his sweet chocolate eyes, I can picture the crazy delighted smile as he took their lives, but I just can't care enough to avert my eyes from how kissable those lips are. Why is that? Why don't I care?
"We have to talk my love. I still have much to explain."