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Chapter 3- Deceptions and truths

"You know it's your fault." Cedric stood before him with a sad smile and empty eyes that didn't reflect any emotion. They were dead, just like he was. "But I don't blame you, though many do. And yes, this is all just a dream... this is your imagination of me." They were inside the Chamber of Secrets, but not the smelly one Harry had witnessed in his second year. No, this one was filled with grandeur. There were torches lit along the emerald walls, the water was crystal clear, and the floor had silver tiles that added a shimmer to the pools around them. "You have a difficult time ahead of you, Harry. The Other World is very interested in you, the prophesy, and the other occupants of the Wizarding Dimension."

Harry knew that he was dreaming; it was all too unrealistic to be anything except a dream. But still Cedric's words were hanging in the air as if they were the only thing real in this place. "What do you mean by 'the Other World'? And what prophesy are you talking about? This doesn't make any sense." Harry knew that he'd wake up any minute and wouldn't even remember this strange dream. If only he could make himself wake up... He felt the first stages of panic well up inside of him.

"It's a different world, Harry." Cedric's eyes seemed to sparkle like they used to, though it was only for a few seconds before they grew dull again. "You can't access it but it can easily meld with your world. And that's what's starting to happen. Demons, High Lords, creatures of different times... they all wish to see your world, to taste it. And they are not accustomed to suppressing their desires." The light behind Cedric started to diminish, and it was growing more difficult to hear his former friend's words.

"You'll need..."

"...save them, but..."

"The prophesy..."

Panic hit Harry hard. "Wait! I can't hear you! What is that prophesy!?"

"They're coming...only you..."

"...your destined..."

"He will fall..."

"...and you'll need..."

It was bright. Too bright for his tired and blood-shot eyes; but he managed to open them, only to squint. Finally he opened them fully. The first thing he saw was a painted ceiling above him. There were cherubs playing and laughing on small clouds.

"I see you're awake now."

Harry sat up immediately. He knew that voice. Looking around, he saw Voldemort standing by the wall with an empty expression, reminding the teen of his dream. Harry became lost in his thoughts at this. It was strange, he remembered every little detail of that vision. That only ever happened when he was seeing what the Dark Lord was doing in his sleep. The Hogwarts student paid no attention to said Dark Lord that was advancing towards him on his right until his jaw was grasped with slender fingers and turned, so that Harry was facing him.

"I don't take kindly to such bad manners, Mr. Potter, and you'd do well to remember that. Now, we have many things to discuss."

Harry shot out of bed and started backing away from the man in front of him, frantically searching for his wand or anything that could help him survive this. He found nothing. The room was completely bare save for the double bed, a fireplace, and an armchair near it. Voldemort chuckled. "Scared, are we? As amusing as it is to see you trembling like leaf before me, you have no need to fear. That is if you don't fight and listen to what I have to say. But we can do it the hard way if you insist."

Harry was too shocked to do anything. Mainly because he was still alive, but also because he had been sleeping in a nice bed and not in a dungeon. And on top of all of that he found Voldemort's voice soothing for his nerves. Was the teen idol finally going crazy? "What do you want from me? Why am I sill alive?" He asked aloud, unable to endure his frantic assumptions any longer.

"You are alive because you are of great value to me. As for what I want... I want you to go back to the bed and sit down. You are still weak due to the removal of Dumbledore's block in your mind."

The Savior of the Wizarding World didn't move. "Wait, what? What kind of block? Why would Dumbledore put anything like that in me? You are lying!" His temper flared once again. Harry wanted to hurt something, to cause pain. Suddenly he was clutching the Dark Lord's robe by its front, his hands shaking and his breath coming short. "I won't... I won't believe anything you say!" Their eyes clashed, calm red and furious green.

"There is one part of every wizard that cannot lie. Do you know what part that is, Harry?" Voldemort took the smaller boy by his throat and pinned him to the wall next to the abandoned bed.

"I...don't...care..."

"His thoughts, his memories... They are the only truth in the world. And now I'll show you how truthful your dear Headmaster has been to you your entire life."

Harry felt the pain in his head first, but did not scream because he was too absorbed in the memories flashing before his eyes. The room was gone along with the tall figure. And then he saw it. The blurry, weak image of a ripped soul still hanging in the air and an old wizard with a long beard placing a spell on Harry whose little scar filled with light. The scenery changed to a clearer sight, one of Voldemort watching a memory. Snape's memory.

"He will be much weaker, Severus. The spell suppresses half of his power. It's for the greater good, he will become more dependent on me-on our cause."

"Won't it damage his brain?"

Dumbledore laughed.

"Why no, dear Severus, it will only make him unable to preform any kind of mind magic. Ever. Even if somehow the block shatters he will be vulnerable to any Legillimency cast onto him, no matter the strength of the wizard.

The scene changed yet again. This time it was Voldemort's own memory of fighting the Headmaster.

"He will be useless to you, Tom. His magic is weak, he is weak. He will not be able to aid you in any way. You have lost."

Voldemort was hit by a powerful spell as the old man apparated away. "Coward." The Dark Lord spat.

Everything started to swirl and Harry felt a hard chest that he was using as his support as well as an arm wrapped around him. He pushed against it until he was released. The teen wobbled for a bit before losing his balance and falling awkwardly onto the bed. "It was... no, it couldn't happen..." Even though he was out of breath his fighting spirit hadn't vanished.

"Maybe you need more time to comprehend the truth that you have been robbed of for nearly 15 years." Voldemort looked down on the panting teen wizard with dilated eyes and red cheeks. How utterly delicious... The snake-like man waved his hand and a single chain with a leather strap caught Harry's ankle. "Just so you don't go and escape before you've had supper. You were out for a whole day so you must be starving." The older wizard didn't wait for Harry's reply and took his leave through the gold door on the left wall.

The teen savior heard the click of a lock. And then he heard some muttered spells. "Paranoid bastard..." He snickered before falling back on the soft pillows. He had a lot to think about.

Aelfric read through the letter from Dumbledore with increasing amusement. It was a very curious letter indeed. Was he going to aid Hogwarts' Headmaster as requested? The man's golden eyes ran through the last few lines again.

"There is a small problem concerning James Potter's son, Harry. He was taken by our enemy. I don't feel the need to remind you of the consequences that this might incur. If his power is released -and I am sure that it will be- your presence here in Great Britain will be of the up-most importance. He must remain unaware of the prophesy and its content.

"I wish for your attendance as soon as possible.

"A.P.W.B.D."

"How demanding." Aelfric gave a predatory smile. "And yet... if little Harry really is that powerful... should I not see it myself?" His long brown hair rustled in the wind, reflecting the last few rays of the sun. He looked out at the view as he stood atop the Empire State Building.

"So, Great Britain it shall be."

Then he vanished.

A/N: Hope you liked it ^^

Hmmm, my chapters are getting longer and longer each time, that's a good thing, right? ^^

Voldemort: Yeah and more pathetic with evry word...

hey ! I'm working my ass off here and what are you doing? nothing ! *pokes Voldemort's chest*

Harry: Erm ...Shadow?

*turns around and smiles at Harry* yes sweetheart?

Harry: There is a dark mark over you house...

*runs off to save family*