Hey this takes place in the summer between fourth and fifth year.

Have you ever wondered what beautiful horrors lay beyond that door?" he spoke quickly, with quiet glee. "Have you ever dreamed of it- the blood and screams?" Harry backed away slowly, trying to creep away from the darkness radiating off of the boy- the darkness spreading into the area around him and suffocating the light. The boy's eyes were wide and red and there was something so purely predtorial that it seemed animalistic.

"No… no I do not," Harry is able to answer in an almost confident tone.

But then the darkness that had been fanatically sweeping out paused against the floor and the boy looks up at him- red eyes shining in the dark and a crazed grin widening.

"But Harry, you are now."

And then the dark teticalls of blackness fly out and grab him- grab everything- choking him, suffocating him, stealing his air and consciousness away like a bandit in the night. He could feel his life draining from him, but this time there was not phoenix to save him with tears of compassion. No, instead he was dying.

He was dying.

'I'm dying.'

But then the dark pulled away and him and the boy were sitting across from each other in a small living room- a warm fire burning just feet away. The boy looked up at him from across the room, sipping a deep red liquid from a silver tea cup.

"Don't look so confused Harry. It is unbecoming. There is no point in killing you inside of a dream. That would get me no where, and frankly be far less interesting." He sets the tea cup down with a click. "I would only waste time killing you in real life."

Harry knew he should say something, look for answers for the game they had been playing all of these nights- a game he did not know about until it was far too late to quit- far too late to cut losses, for now the stakes were too high. But all he could do is stare at the red rippling against the polished silver and slowly turn into a swirling blue.

"Our time is almost up for tonight my dear." A small smirk tugs on the boy's lips. The blue settles into a deep emerald green. "And do try to remember the door this time. You know how much I hate forgetfulness." A black mist surfaces from the green and rises into a skull. "Farewell now."

And as everything fades away, a smoke snake comes out of the skull's mouth and wraps itself around the boy's shoulder- the smirk on his lips still staring back at him, loud, louder than his red red eyes.

Harry awoke in a sweat.

He was alone at Privet Drive.