"When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality."
Dom Helder Camara

Harry Potter opened his eyes and blearily looked at the clock next to his bed. Flopping back on his pillows he closed his eyes, every night since the start of summer he had been waking up at four in the morning. Pressing his hands to his closed lids he tried to coax his mind to sleep. Turning on his side in an effort to get more comfy on the lumpy mattress, he vaguely remembered the dream he had had.

He had been standing in a chamber, it looked slightly Medieval but comfortable at the same time. The carpet was wine red and there was a brown couch next to a wide window. It appeared it was night time judging by the inky blackness that filled the panes of glass. Looking at his reflection he gasped slightly. Instead of his normal short messy hair it was about shoulder length and tied at the base of his neck. His face was pale and his eyes were a vivid green, almost as if they were illuminated. Opening his mouth he saw his canines had elongated forming fangs. Normally he would be bothered by this and yet to him now it seemed perfectly normal. Hearing a slight chuckling his eyes were drawn to a figure sitting on a squashy brown armchair next to a roaring fire. He looked familiar somehow, his hair was black and tied back like Harry's, he wore a white long sleeved shirt with green waistcoat complete with black trousers tucked into knee high boots. His face seemed oddly familiar with almost chiselled features and pale skin with eyes that were a startling shade of blue. The man gestured for him to sit down in the armchair opposite.

"Nice for you to join me Harry" he said as Harry sat down.

"Who are you?" asked Harry, a bit disturbed by the familiarity the man was showing.

"You know me by many names but Tom Riddle shall do" replied Tom, smiling.

"Wait! Your Snake-Face?" blurted out Harry, despite his surprise he was oddly calm.

"Things are not always as they appear, I would have thought you would know that by now" chided Tom.

"Why am I here?" asked Harry.

"You are here because there are a few things I need to explain to you" said Tom gently.

"Why? How do I know this isn't a trap to kill me?" asked Harry, although he was calm it never meant he had let his guard down.

"You don't," said Tom simply, "however over the next few days before your birthday you will experience some changes. These changes will eventually drive you to come to me so to put it quite simply you will come no matter what."

"What if I refuse?"

"You die."

"What changes will occur?" asked Harry, seeing no way out of it.

"You are a vampyre Harry. However you are not a normal vampire. You are descended from the ancient clans that set up the Castle of the Night in the Midnight Realm. Over the next few days you will come into your heritage, your magical maturity will activate the dormant gene. A few days before this you will exhibit the first few changes as your magic is slowly released from its binds."

"Wait a minute, how am I a vampyre? Neither of my parents were vampyres."

"It goes down the female line through the X chromosome but is only activated if it is joined with an X or Y chromosome with creature blood in it. The creature blood helps activate the gene, like a lock and key. Unlike common vampires it is through genetics not just through biting alone. A combination like this is rare however as muggle blood is introduced into the gene pool it dilutes the creature blood and so less are activated."

"So what is the Midnight Realm?"

"The Midnight Realm is the kingdom of Dark creatures. It is the safe haven if you like. The ruler of this kingdom is Lord Alderan, one of the first ancients. Many more dark creatures are coming here however as the Light discriminates against us, terminating us. Due to their propaganda less wizards practice Dark magic and more and more breed with muggles. This is weakening us tremendously and is defying the contract created at the first meeting of the clans."

"What contract?"

"It was said that no side should discriminate on the other, that we should co-exist peacefully. All branches of magic can be used for evil, it is the intent that matters. They have breached this however making the contract moot. We are currently gathering an army but it is problematic as since they have been hiding their abilities all their life and now we are trying to resurface them and train them. It is a long and tedious process but we are getting there."

"You said my magic had been bound, why?"

"I was trying to keep you under the radar, if I had not bound your magic then because of the sheer volume of magic in your blood the gene would have activated early and have blown your cover. However on the night I did this Dumbledore intervened. It was he not I who killed your parents. He knows what you are and felt that if you were sent to your magic hating relatives they would destroy your self esteem along with your power to do the powerful magic required to activate the gene."

"Then how do I have my scar and it hurts when you are near?"

"Your scar is the physical manifestation that your magic is bound, everyone else thinks it is because my so called killing curse rebounded," sneered Tom, "As for hurting when I am near that is because I am the one that bound your magic and it is struggling to be released."

"Wait how would my self esteem affect my magic?" asked Harry, a frown forming on his face, he felt his fangs scratch his lips.

"If you doubt you can do a spell then you will most certainly be unable to perform it. Without conviction all spells are meaningless words."

"But I thought you hated me, I mean you tried to kill me on more than one occasion. Why then should I believe you! What happened to you the night my parents died? People said you just disappeared after the killing curse rebounded but if you never tried to kill me then something else must have happened."

"Ah yes, to answer your second question I just went into the Midnight Realm for a few years, rumours of my death circled and I was in dire need of a vacation, waging a war is not all fun and games you know," smirked Tom, "My 'disappearance' also fitted in perfectly with Alderan's plan and so it made sense to combine the two. As for your first question I was merely testing you. If one is not in a life threatening situation then how can one know ones limits?"

"But wait if you never died then how was your resurrection possible?"

"Only Lucius and Bellatrix knew of my plans. Since Bella was in Azkaban then it was Lucius who helped me set up the ritual and make it convincing. In other words it was all an act. I had thought before that with my 'disappearance' the Light might not try and take over more ground and cease the propaganda however, when that proved to be false Alderan thought that I should return and what better way to do it than by kidnapping the supposed saviour?"

Harry chuckled, he had to admit the man had a flair for dramatics and, as reluctant as he was to admit it, he supposed that a lot of it did make sense in a way.

"There is one thing I don't understand, why have you gone on with the Voldemort persona all these years?"

"I was chosen by Alderan to lead the armies of the Dark to try and prevent the spread of the Light. It was however in vain and only agravated the Light more, turning them against the Dark Magiks as a whole," Tom paused and stared Harry in the eye, "I'm afraid I have to leave now however I do hope to see you soon, it would be a pity to waste seventeen years worth of work."

"Wait one more question, where are we?"

"We are in your mind, this is merely a projection of a chamber in the Castle of the Night. And now I really must be going."

Harry watched as his world dissolved in front of him, Tom's eyes the last thing to disappear.

Harry scoffed, remembering the dream. That was all it was... A dream. There was no way that Dumbledore would do that to him, and Voldemort was most certainly an evil, manipulative bastard. Moving onto his back he gazed up at the ceiling, imagining the celestial dance going on in the sky above him. The dream however marred this attempt at distraction and dogged his thoughts no matter how hard he tried. It had seemed more real than normal, and he had to admit that his coolness over the matter had been alien to him. He had actually had a civilised conversation with Voldemort! Shaking his head he turned back onto his side and tried to go back to sleep.

"No, no it was just a dream" he told himself. Although not even that could squash the small voice in the back of his head that told it to be true.

A/N: Thank you for the feedback. I hope this chapter explains everything clearly and if you have any questions don't hesitate to message or review. More of the concepts in this chapter are explored further in later ones, this is just the bare minimum.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, that belongs to JK Rowling and I am most definately not her.

I apologise for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes that were present in this chapter.

I made a mistake in the last chapter, this is after HBP but there are no horcruxes.

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