I don't own Harry Potter, lovecraft, or bloodborne stories. What I do own is the dream and thoughts behind this.

(Chapter 1 the dream)

Harry's eyes slowly opened and he took in surroundings. "Here…….again?" He said as he looked around and avoided looking at the only other thing in the space he was in. He was in a massive void like place, stars scattered everywhere, as if he was in space. The place held a beauty to it if it weren't for a few things. The area itself was a wild torrent of power and chaos. It devoured and consumed everything within reach. Consuming every last light and even darkness, a wild torrent that sought the devouring of all. And finally there was the dark black throne with the monstrosity sleeping on it.

The Amorphous Flute-players have long left……he will waken soon if we do nothing. It takes all my focus to keep him asleep with my power. He plans for him to awaken and is using the king of yellow as a pawn to awaken him…..if he wakes all of creation will die….. for his desire to feed will be too powerful and he will devour all.

Harry had no idea who this voice was, on occasion he would hear the voice in his head and he tried to ignore it. After all if he told people he had a voice in his head he would go to one of those insane asylums and probably get "shock therapy." There was also how Harry had been taking potions for headache and nausea ever since he started school at Hogwarts. As every time he heard this voice his head would feel like it would explode. How brain aching and his were would pop. How his very existence would feel like it's on fire when he heard the voice. And every time he got closer to this slumbering being in the massive torrent of pure chaos his whole body would feel like it was aflame. Burning to a crisp yet his body was fine. It felt as if his whole body and soul was being destroyed with the most excruciating pain the closer he got to the slumbering being. Yet he was forced to get closer and closer. His mind being torn to shreds with every single meter he got.

This was a dream. He knew it was just a dream as he had gone to bed just minutes ago. So this is a dream….just a dream…..a dream. But even so it didn't help when the voice seemed to force him to turn and look at the monstrosity that stood beside him. Harry's eyes began to burn as his body ached and screamed to look away. Bloody tears began to seep out of his eye sockets and down his cheeks as his eyes couldn't handle what they looked at. Harry's breathing stopped and he struggled to comprehend what he was looking at while. His head began to throb and ache as of his mind was gonna turn to ash.

The massive mouth and sharp fangs from its monstrous body, oozing black tendrils went everywhere where the teeth ended and the jawline began Harry couldn't tell you. Every time he tried to look the teeth seemed bigger. Every time he focused on one body part and tried to look away the body would get bigger, as if to say the part of the body is alot bigger than he thought. The size so big that it only seems to get bigger in a neverending growth.

The dreamer…..the blind idiot….he is boundless. He is all and he encompasses the universe. No mind can comprehend him, and no eyes can take in his form fully…especially a mortal mind…you poor humans you live so short yet burn so brightly. The light inside of you all are so beautiful yet can become just as void dark as was light. So beautiful……so corruptible….and so fragile

The voice didn't come from the monstrous being. He hid these from everyone as he didn't want people to believe he was insane. But everytime he saw this monster he would wish he was dead.

If you die all will die. Creation will end with his awakening my child. Prevent his awakening! Ascend! I am holding him asleep but I cannot forever with the chaos his child is causing. You mortals worshipped and Revere our kind and we blessed you with powers as long as you followed our ways. Your kind so pitiful and frail. I was happy when you were born and hidden from death. My beloved child…..my first child to live. Your family served Faithfully and now you must too! Kill the child of the king of yellow. Stall for time and find the child who threatens to end the dream!

" Who are you? Where….are you….what are you what do you want!"

The voice was silent for several moments before it spoke again.

I am the one who gave you life. I am the one who holds the dreamer at bay now. I am the one who wants you to live and prevail. I am your Ally. I am the one who warns. I am everywhere. I am nowhere. I am the formless. I am he who ascended higher than all others. My true name would make your mind shatter and your body to turn to ash. Names…..have power. Now human dreamer…..awaken and ascend!

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Harry jolted awake with his head throbbing. He got out of the covers, his body sweating and freezing in cold sweat. As soon as he stepped out of bed his knees buckled as he fell to the ground in pain. His head pounding at his skull and red drops of blood fell from his eyes onto the ground. His hearing slowly recovering as he took deep breaths to settle down and gather his strength to stand up and slowly make his way to the bathroom in the common room. He turned on the hot water to fill the sink as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. How skin was pale white his eyes bloodshot with red blood trailing down his face like bloody tears. Blood leaking out of his ears as well from his ear drums popping hit he felt his magic rushing to the area and repairing the damage.

It has been like this ever since he could remember. He would always wake up like this. His body in pain and having a dream of that monsterous thing, even just thinking and remembering it would cause his mind to throb in pain, with the voice calling out and warning him.

He first told his family the dursleys and their solution was to take him to a church for a "exorcism" and all it did was cause massive pain as the priest seared a heated cross onto his back. It did nothing for the dreams and pain her felt after it. But he pretended it did and lived as a slave for his aunt and uncle. As he didn't want a repeat of that and suffer more pain so he would work through the pain from waking up from the dreams and lie saying they were gone.

After coming to Hogwarts he had went to the hospital wing to see if they had anything to prevent dreams. When asked by the matron Madam Pomfrey he told her he constantly had nightmares. She looked at him sympathetically muttering about how she wishes he didn't have nightmares about it, he assumed she thought of the night his parents were killed, and got him dreamless drafts. He tried taking the but they didn't work. He had asked her if there was anything stronger and she told him that they can't up a dosage for a potion like human medications did as it would have bad consequences. She said the potion should have helped and it he didn't he should probably go to a mind healer. And that's when things…..got really bad…..

The mind healer intended to take a look at the dreams and find the cause of them and extract it from Harry's mind…..and to do so she had to see the dreams first. The voice spoke to Harry and said if she viewed them she would die, at worst she would lose her sanity forever. Harry didn't just wanted these dreams to end and so didn't listen to the voice……the poor healer went raving mad. She couldn't remember her name and just became a jumbling rambling nutter who kept speaking of things that made no sense and just seconds later she stabbed out her own eyes saying "stillseeitstillseeitstillseeit!" Over and over until she became a permanent patient at Saint mungo's mental health ward. She later had a mind healer try to help her. And he suffered a similar fate….or almost did. When he tried to cast the cutting jinx at his eyes he was tackled by a Auror and subdued before he could. The man went further and further insane while screaming how he saw the begining and the end. He needed his eyes gone. He needed it, when the Auror silenced his ravings with a spell before trying to cast obliviate on the healer to try and remove whatever he just saw but the obliviate wouldn't remove what the healer saw. It was as if whatever he saw was ingrained into his very core. A few weeks later it became too much and the healer bit down hard on his own tongue. He kept swallowing his own blood and did everything he could to take his own life.

After this all topics of attempting to heal the mind of the first healer was shut down and they just take care of her the best they can.

Since then Harry has kept to himself about these dreams lied to Madam Pomfrey and said the dreams were gone. He had visits from her and professor Dumbledore at times to check in on him and a few times he would see Dumbledores eye twinkle. When this happens Harry would feel something enter his mind and the voice to cry out. Leave!

before he would see the headmaster recoil back and grasp his head in pain.

Harry looked down at the warm water that filled the sinks basin before dunking his head inside. Letting the water help wake him up and get the blood off his face and out of his ears.

He pulled his head back out of the water and looked back in the mirror before he recoiled back in horror. His eyes were golden, his left arm was long and pale white with sharp claws that looked strong enough to cut through steel, his body itself blood red and pulsing as if his chest was a mass of red veins pulsing on his body before he blinked and his body looked normal again.

This was also a common occurrence after the dreams or whenever he heard the voice.

After any situation he would hear the voice his body would…..feel weird. And when he would look it would always be something monstrous and disfigured. Each time it was something new, his body changing and adjusting as if his body needed to be something else to help comprehend and understand the voice. When this happens for a split second people around him would look away sharply as if his appearance had stung their eyes, but only for a second before they would look back at him. Nobody ever comments on this being weird, just they say they have sand in their eyes or something.

When Harry spoke to the voice it said. You have a physical body my child. But your form is ever changing for you have a form but are also formless. Your form is yours. You take the form you need as your needs arise. A mortal form could never comprehend me and my voice without their mind breaking. So your form adjusts to understand me. We are both formless but you have physical form as well as being formless. Do you understand?

It was all gibberish. How could one be formless and get have a form. How could one be formless to begin with? It was just a dream and it was just a voice in his head. What did it know. He asked around about the ability to change forms and learns it's a magical trait called metamorphagus. Where the user can turn their body appearance into whatever they wanted and he assumed maybe he was one.

He tried but he couldn't force this form at all and so began to believe these random appearances he had after his dreams and talks to the voice were just his imagination.

He stepped out of the bathroom yawning as he rubbed his eyes and made his way downstairs. After teaching the bottom a mess of brown hair blocked his vision as his brunette friend Hermione hugged him happily and wished him good morning as she tugged him to go down to breakfast with her.

The castle was empty with most of the school out for the Christmas holidays, especially with the heir of Slytherin petrifying people throughout the year a lot more families had taken their kids out of the school in fear of an attack. And it became common for groups of kids to leave together for safety when they left the common rooms.

Ron had apparently already left to go eat, which didn't surprise him since Ron thought with seventy percent his stomach over everything else. So they began to take the long walk down to the great hall. It was Christmas Eve now and the snow was falling in full on the castle grounds. On the way down Hermione whispered how the potion would be ready in three days. So on the twenty seventh they would be able to find out the truth from Malfoy. Other than that and a small chat about homework nothing more was said as they made their way to the great hall for breakfast.

Upon entering the great hall Harry saw a girl who was drastically different from any of the others. She had grayish ash skin. Some parts of her chest were lighter than the rest of her skin. On her chest the paler parts of her skin formed a sort of cross with a netting web like pattern. She had silver hair that had long horns that were curved towards the way she looked and went up, the base of the gorns a pitch black and they slowly turned to a bright purplish pink as it reached the tips. Her eyes were a brilliant gold and you could see the bones in her fingers and arm to her elbow. They were glowing a purplish color through her skin making them visible and she was stroking some strange appendage that was coming out of her back and coiling in her lap. She stroked it gently and was caressing it like a mother would do to her children. It was a slimy sack like thing with sharp appendages jutting out of it in all directions at the very top. A purple center at the top also, as it it was a flower, only he could see it was coming out of the girl and that the appendage was pulsating.

Beside the girl on the table was a small baby goat. Its face and fleece were pure black and it had purple eyes. He turned his gaze back to the flower pulsing appendage the girl had and noticed a side of the black appendage was transparent and inside it was a bunch of floating balls…..no……nonono….they weren't balls. Balls didn't have moving eyes. The little….things….. had eyeballs that were constantly looking around and moving against the appendage, as if wanting to leave it! Each one moving towards the thing they were looking at. Which when he followed their gaze was always at the crotch of various boys nearby. But then they all froze, they stopped trying to move to the boys, but as they were blocked from the appendage they wouldn't make it regardless, and they all focused on him and tried to move towards him. The division of them all locking onto other boys halted as they saw him as something better…. something more to go towards.

It was at this moment the girl's head raised and she looked towards him, so did the small black goat, and with a loud "BAAAAAAAAA!" Harry turned away as he felt a sharp pain in his eyes and ears. When he looked back the gray skinned girl and the baby goat had been replaced with a pale blonde girl wearing the ravenclaw colors. Her eyes and face held a dreamy expression as she stroked a small fluffy ball with an owl pecking into her bowl.

Harry felt a tug on his arm as Hermione led him over to Gryffindor table. On the way over they saw Ron stuffing his face with eggs and bacon. And Harry couldn't resist smacking him in the back of the head. "OI WA WA AH OR?!" He yelled with his mouth full, eggs and bacon and some bread flying out of his mouth and onto the table.

"Swallow your food for heaven's sake Ronald!" Hermione chastised him. He scowled but chewed a bit before swallowing heavily. Harry wondered how it was he didn't choke.

"OI what was that for?!" He said as he glared at Harry as he sat down.

"That was for coming down here by yourself to gorge on food and leaving me and Hermione alone to walk down by ourselves." Harry said as he glared back. Ron leaned back with a small glare before looking away.

"O oi chill mate! I was just starving, that's all."

"Oh and we all didn't eat dinner at all Ronald! We all ate last night at the same time so you couldn't have been more hungry than us. Especially given how much more than us you eat!" Hermione retorted back as she slowly began to load up her plate with hot fruity porridge.

"OI mate…..you ok? You're bleeding!" Ron said as he handed Harry a napkin and motioned to one of Harry's eyes and the side of his neck below an ear. Harry brushed where Ron gestured to and sure enough when he pulled back to look at his napkin he saw blood on it. He knew exactly when and where this happened as he felt the pain in his eyes and ear from that girl and the goat. But it was just a hallucination. He had stuff like this ever sense he came here. And that's not taking into account his dreams. Though the girl is new, he never saw her before until today. Maybe she had been here this whole time and he hadn't noticed? No, he would have noticed her at least some time last year. Maybe she is a new student and because of how a lot of people left for the holidays he finally noticed her. Though why she had become a hallucination he had no idea.

"I'm fine Ron. Really. Let's just eat." He said as he slowly loaded up his plate and he questioned why his life was like this in his head.

AN. this chapter was originally gonna be much longer but life kept hitting me so I decided this would be a good stopping point. Plus I'm sure many are hoping for me to write more of my familiar story. Which I will be doing soon. I decided to post this now and I'll be posting chapter by chapter. Basically 1 chapter of my familiar story, and then a chapter of this. Then back and forth. I hope you all like this! I have a lot planned!