Chapter Six

The Next Chapter

Harry rolled over in the bed he was lying in. Sweat was running down his face. After the Nightmare room, he didn't sleep much. His eyes snapped open. He wiped sweat off of his forehead. Another night filled with nightmares.

He heard the door opened, he looked over, and to his horror, saw Voldemort walking in. Harry groaned mentally. Voldemort looked at Harry for a minute, before talking;

"Are you ready for a few more 'lesson', Harry?" Harry just stared at him. Harry crawled out of his bed and looked at Voldemort. Voldemort gave Harry a cruel smirk. Voldemort grabbed Harry's arm, and dragged him out of the room.

He brought him back to the nightmare room. He hadn't been in there for two weeks. Harry looked at Voldemort.

"Please, Don't!" Voldemort stared at Harry.

"If you join me, I won't." Harry just stared at Voldemort.

"Very well…" Voldemort opened the door, and pushed Harry in. He fell to the ground. He heard the door shut.

Harry looked up. He was looking up at an image of Voldemort. He saw his blurry figure standing at the other side of the room. The two of them were circled by Death Eaters, all were looking menacing. Harry's form looked terrified. Voldemort was smiling.

Then, Voldemort spoke;

"We bow to each other. Harry," Voldemort bowed, but didn't take his eyes off of Harry. Harry's form didn't bow, he just stared at Voldemort "Come, the niceties must be observed. . . .Dumbledore would like you to show manners. . . . Bow to death, Harry. ..." The Death Eaters began to laugh. Harry just stared at him.

"I said, bow,"

The image disappeared, Harry now found himself at Godric's Hollow. Voldemort and Harry blurry formed were standing outside the house, wands pointed at each other. This wasn't something that happened; it was just a regular nightmare about Voldemort and His final fight.

"Crucio!" Harry dogged out of the way.

"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort blocked the flimsy spell. He began to laugh.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Cried Voldemort. Harry was hit in the chest; he was flung backwards, and fell to the ground.

The image passed, and Harry was now in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, and Harry was standing by the door, one hand on the doorknob.

"Let me out," Harry whispered, looking at Dumbledore. He looked like he might attack the old wizard.

"No…" Harry stared at Dumbledore.

"Let me out." Harry repeated.

"No." Dumbledore replied.

"If you don't - if you keep me in here - if you don't let me-"

"By all means continue destroying my possessions." Said Dumbledore calmly. "I daresay I have too many."

"Let me out." Harry said again.

"Not until I have had my say." Said Dumbledore.

"Do you - do you think I want to - do you think I give a - I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'VE GOT TO SAY!" Harry yelled. "I don't want to hear anything you've got to say!"

The image disappeared and was replaced by another one. Harry was standing in a chamber. Quirrel was standing in front of the Mirror of Erisid. He was removing turban. The younger form of Harry was staring at him in shock.

Harry looked at Quirrel. He had removed his turban, there was Voldemort. His piercing red eyes, looking at the younger version of Harry.

"Harry Potter..." He whispered. Harry just stared at him.

"See what I have become?" Said Voldemort. "Mere shadow and vapor ... I have form only when I can share another's body... but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds... Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks... you saw faithful Quirrel drinking it for me in the forest... and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own... Now... why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?"

The younger Harry tried to step back, but instead, stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Don't be a fool," snarled Voldemort. "Better save your own life and join me... or you'll meet the same end as your parents... They died begging me for mercy..."

"LIAR!" Then, everything ended. Harry was crying hard. Voldemort walked in, and walked over to Voldemort. He went to grab Harry, but stopped.

"Please… don't – do – that…" Harry said, tears falling down his face. Voldemort bent beside him.

"I will when you join me…" Harry looked up at him; his eyes were red, and bulgy.

"I will…" Voldemort looked shocked, then he smiled. He put an arm around the whimpering teen.

"Good…"

(A/N) I'm going to leave you in suspense for a while. Lol. Grins evily Please Read and Review.