Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before

I admit it my cliffy was mean but here is the conclusion. I am terrible with writing fighting scenes however I did my best to make it work. First climax done, of to the second one.


10. The Same Core

The school had not changed much only that back then the slytherins had been a proud house. Leisurely he stood in the doorway to the great hall, Harry's wand in his hand. It would be easy to use it, after all it had the same core as his own.


“Harry, where have you been?”


Turning around he found Ron Weasley. It was easy to skim through Harry Potter's memories to know everything about his pathetic life.


“Preparing,” Voldemort drawled looking forward to wiping out this disgrace of a pureblood.


Ron looked puzzled. “What for?”


Turning away, fed up with boy Voldemort walked over to the Gryffindor table and found the mudblood Hermione Granger who peered up when he stood next to her. He shuddered with repulsion and when she wanted to place a hand on his sleeve he hastily pulled it away.


Looking up to the head table he was delighted to find them all present: Dumbledore and Snape who was staring at him. Oh yes, the potion master was the most dangerous of the fold, he would pick up much faster who he was standing in front of.


Snickering to himself he walked into his direction coming to a halt in front of Snape who frowned.


“What is it Potter?”


He would wipe him out as one of the first ones. Nobody betrayed the dark Lord and got away with it. Smirking he leaned forward so that only Snape could hear him.


“Did you enjoy last night?” he whispered and when his face twisted in confusion Voldemort pulled away, He was in the mood for an unforgivable, but who would be his first victim?


His eyes settled on Neville Longbottom and he could not help a disgusted scowl. His Bellatrix would be delighted if he ended his worthless existence.


The perfection of the plan was brilliant- what ever they did, would only hurt Potter whose body he was residing in. Either they killed him which would solve many problems or, which was more likely, they would hesitate, giving him the chance to wreak havoc in here..


Leisurely he advanced on the porky boy who was currently stuffing his face with some meat balls and once he paused in front of him, he looked up smiling.


“Hey Harry,” he easily greeted.


It was easy to point his wand at him and look into his dumbfounded face as he uttered the killing curse. However out of his mouth came a different one.


“Crucio!”


Oh, Potter tried to fight back but it was fine with him to see the boy suffer a little bit as he rolled on the ground, saliva running down to the ground.


The hall had fallen silent and as anticipated the teachers had risen, their wands pointing into his direction but no curse forth coming. Cowards, all of them.


The students looked at him with their eyes ripped open in disbelief, seeing their saviour Harry Potter casting an unforgivable. He sneered into their direction and then pointed his wand to the next student, the mudblood.


She seemed baffled when his green eyes held hers, tears welling up in her brown eyes.


“Crucio!”


He cackled when her body twisted in pain, her mouth open but nothing came forward. Oh, they had all been so easily tricked.


“Tom, stop that!” Dumbledore. Of course.


Turning to him he finally changed the eyes colour to his scarlet red extending his arms.


“I am Lord Voldemort and you will all be killed when the time comes.” He snickered when he saw Dumbledore's uncertain face.


“Stupefy!”


The curse hit him but it was easy to shrug it off as if it was a persistent bee.


“What is wrong Dumbledore? My, your choice of curse is disappointing. I wonder how many students I have to kill until you will sacrifice Potter's existence.”


Pointing his wand easily into Draco's direction, he sneered.


“You should have taken the mark! Crucio!”


Potter was strong, fighting the killing curse from his lips and changing it to the cruciatus curse but eventually he would falter.


“Petricus totalus!”


This time the curse froze him for a moment before he shrugged it off and turned to Snape, who stood just behind him, his wand touching the boy's back.


“The traitor. Severus, you have been a disappointment to your father all his life and you have continued to be a liability to me. Let us see if Potter can change this curse as well. Cru-!


The rest of the word did not came, the boy fighting like crazy.


“Harry, you can fight this!” Dumbledore sounded desperate, not willing to sacrifice Potters life as of now.


Suddenly the boy stopped fighting leaving him free to turn around and cast another round of cruciatus curses on several of the teacher's and students, enjoying himself.


Once again he turned to Snape who still had his wand just inches from Potter's body.


“Do it Severus! Kill the boy!”


He could feel it inside, the boy's presence gone and he pointed his wand into Snape's direction.


“Avada kedavra!”


The wand only sizzled a bit. Instead he could feel Harry's presence getting more powerful with each minute. He could feel a foreign magic inside. Of course- Snape was lending his to the boy.


But it would not be enough to regain control and so he wanted to raise his wand again but instead it was turning into his own direction.


Harry's green eyes were filled with fear, desperation as he held Snape's gaze and then he uttered the only curse he could think of.


“Stupefy!”


And then the world went black.