Voldemort.
Voldemort stood tall and regal, he had black, almost greying hair that was smartly cut, and blue eyes that seemed dead to the world. There was no life in them anymore. He looked in somethin akin to surprise at the boy running toward him and said in a confused sort of way, "No boy, what are you doing?"
The little boy hugged Lord Voldemort, and Harry was screaming in his mind, "No don't do it! Are you mad, little kid?" But the boy did not listen. The boy hugged Lord Voldemort around the waist and they tumbled off the cliff. Then Harry's vision blurred for a few seconds.
Voldemort had his wand out and glared at the boy, and then at a woman Harry thought he knew from somewhere. The woman was dressed fashionably, had black hair and had a rosy sort of smell about her that made Harry almost lean into her in a motherly sort of way. Voldemort approached the woman, "Bellatrix..." He said coldly. "You have failed. The boy was supposed to be a merciless warrior. You are of no use to me now." He raised his wand and pointed at the boy, "This is what you were supposed to do. Crucio!"
The boy withered in pain and screamed his heart out, but it was no use. This was monstrous, Harry thought in his mind. How could anyone torture a little child? Who was this boy?
"No, stop!" Bellatrix screamed and drew her wand. Voldemort moved as quick as lightning and pointed his wand at her face, "Avada Kedavra," He said softly. A green light shot out of the wand and claimed Bellatrix's life. Harry screamed, the boy screamed as well. Bellatrix flew backward off the cliff and into the ocean. Voldemort stared after her, "What a waste..." He muttered and turned on the boy.
"Crucio," He said almost lazily and kept the boy under that spell for almost a minute. "Tsk tsk, can't have you remembering this." He said. "Obliviate."
The last thing Harry saw was the boy's eyes. It was his own eyes.
He was the boy.
Then he woke up with a start, his heart in his throat, his eyes a bit leaky and watering. He wasn't crying of course. It was just leaky, that's all. The woman's face flew in his mind, her startled cry, her concerned look - the one that said, "I will give my life to save this boy. I will stand up to Lord Voldemort to save this boy." And her face when she died...
Harry threw up beside his bed. The retching vomit landed in a puddle on the floor. Better in then out, Harry said in his mind and got up. His legs felt weak, his head hurt, and the memories from yesterday rushed back. He remembered having a grand time with the Patil twins before... before... the necromancer.
He sat down in a start as he remembered and he stirred in the memories for a little while. Fawkes was mad about letting Walgarus know that he had not come from this universe. Fawkes wanted Harry to meet him in the... in the...
What was it? Where did Fawkes want to meet him?
He couldn't remember.
He thought long and hard and at last a floating image came into his mind, like smoke. It was the seventh floor... he was pacing in front of the white wall of the hallway, next to a picture of a unicorn. And the door opened revealing... darkness. He couldn't see inside the door. He got to his feet with a sigh, and jumped up in surprise. He heard something, he heard the sounds of battle. There was nobody in the nursing ward, nobody who could tell him what was going on. He looked out the window and saw to his shock and amazement... goblins and ogres charging the gates of Hogwarts. They fought with these warriors clad in only black underwear. Behind the warriors were Dumbledore and a person that looked like he was fifty or so. Behind these two people there were a line of aurors. Their eyes were clenched shut in deep concentration. He saw Severus Snape dueling the goblins and ogres. Severus Snape was backed up by Flitwick and McGonnagall. The two stood behind him, Snape was the main man in the three pack team. They moved as one, killing here, killing there. Harry glanced at them in admiration, they could easily give him a run for his money.
He remembered Fawkes and the vision again, and guiltily fled the nursing ward toward the seventh floor. The staircases moved so it took him a while but when he made it he wasn't sure what to do. He went to the unicorn painting and stood there, willing to open. What was it that he was supposed to be doing?
He started pacing the floor, thinking of what Fawkes had told him. Then a door appeared. Harry's eyes widened as he took it in. The double doors were made of brown green wood. In the wood there were thousands of phoenixes carved in with elegant detail and precise measurements. There was a mountain and a forest in the background, and a little stream that ran from the mountain into the forest. It was painted as well. Harry stared at it in awe, the doors gave him a feeling of light headedness.
It opened, making a creaking sound. Harry looked in, and what he saw made his jaw drop in amazement. He saw a wonderous world like the door except grander and much more beautiful. He saw trees and forests that stretched on for eternity, he saw mountains as tall as the sky and phoenixes, lots and lots of phoenixes flying free in the sunlight. He saw all sorts of wonderous animals, unicorns, dragons, hypogriffs, all free. He felt a wave of pure joy and pleasure at this scenic sight. Impulsively he entered...