Dream a little Dream

Disclaimer: I don’t spell my name with a J, K, or R, so I guess it’s not mine.

Harry looked at him in surprise. “Do you mean my scar?”

Voldemort heaved a sigh and said “you never thought that it could be anything else?”

“Well no,” admitted Harry, “But what else would it be?”

Voldemort asked “what do you know about magical creatures such as Veela, Werewolves, or Vampires?”

Harry looked at him in astonishment and started to laugh. “You learn about them in 4th year right?”

“Well, yes.” Replied a confused Dark Lord.

“That’s the year that you sent the fake Moody to be our teacher and he spent the whole year casting curses at us!” said Harry.

“Whoops, I guess that I’ll have to explain Vampires a bit better. Though, in my defense I was a bit angry with you at the time that I sent Crouch.”

Harry was starting to fidget so Voldemort wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and began to tell the story of their lives.

“Well, one of my ancestors on my mother’s side was a full blooded Vampire, drinking blood, and generally doing all the things that good little vampires do. Vampires need mates, to have someone to love and be loved by. Yes, it is a bit corny, but when you have to drink blood, it’s good to have someone like that. Well my sixth great grandfather had a human mate, and their son did not have every characteristic of a vampire, and his son even less, and so on and so forth until the line came to me. I don’t drink blood, but I do have a mate. I traveled all over the world looking for you Harry, from the time that I was sixteen to the time that I walked into Godric’s Hollow.”

“I had been slowly losing my mind until then, and became the Evil Dark Lord through using every spell that I could find that might assist me in locating you. I was still using them too, and I was pointed to your parent’s home. I walked in to find your parents, well, gone. I felt sorry for you
Harry, I really did-”

“Then why did they come out of your wand when we dueled in the graveyard?!” Harry demanded angrily. Was Voldemort already lying to him?

“I was getting there! My lord boy, you really do have a temper. Anyway, I walked into your room and saw you lying in your cradle, after all those years, and I couldn’t wait to mark you. That’s how vampires claim the more… submissive partners in the bond. I wanted it in a place where anyone could see it and know that you were mine. That’s why it’s on your forehead by the way. So I marked you, and then I was planning on bringing you to your godfather Sirius Black, as he is loyal to me. Yes, I know that’s a big shock, but he is a Black, and Gryffindors are almost as loyal as Hufflepuffs, and he saw a way to serve me and his family while still irking them. Sirius tries his very best to be annoying if nothing else. Maybe we can go visit him later, I made him retire from spying. Where was I?”

“Oh, yes, bringing you to Sirius. I don’t much care about the age difference, but I draw the line at raising my mate. I do not wish to be your father figure. So I picked you up, and turned around, and saw Dumbledore. He tried to tell me that I couldn’t take you. I disagreed, and the man shot an Avada Kedavra at me! Can you believe that? Well Lucius, smart man that he is, snatched Dumbledore’s wand, and all of the Death Eater’s ran. I did clearly hear Lucius yell for some one to grab you, and they learned upon my revival
that they really should listen to my second in command. So, I floated around the world disembodied, I think mostly from my vampire blood, latched onto Quirell, and began to listen to what people were saying about you.”

“I still can’t believe that you got credit for being the boy who lived. I was the one that Dumbledore tried to kill. So I heard that you were with the muggles. I wanted to go get you, but Lucius disagreed, thought that you should at least get an education. I agreed after a while, and we started first year. I’m sorry about making your mark hurt, but I was angry at the time that you were so close and I couldn’t touch you.”

“Then the teachers started talking about the strangest things. About how they thought you had an eye for Draco, for Weasley, hell, even for Granger. It hurt pretty badly at the time, but then McGonagall said that she saw you snogging with Wood, and well, I lost my mind. Swept at you in the woods, lied to you when we were with the stone, then set the diary on the school, so on and so forth until Severus Snape managed to assure me that through occulmancy he had learned that your only dalliance had been with that Cho girl, and that you hadn’t even done anything reprehensible. That one I blamed on myself, for pushing you away, and I know that it only lasted a little while.”

“The wand that I used in the graveyard was Dumbledore’s, because of it’s affinity for curses. What made anyone think that there was a chance that I would have a wand with Dumbledore’s bird’s feather in it if there was any way that he could avoid it? Any way, that’s our story up until now. Do you have anything to say?”

“Sirius is still alive?!?!?! Why didn’t you say so earlier? Can I see him?”

Voldemort hung his head and shook it. “I meant about us green eyes.”

“oh” said Harry. He thought about for a few minutes. Well, Voldemort had explained it pretty well, and he felt a bit numb unless you counted the fact that Sirius was alive. “No, not really, except, what do you want me to call you? It would be a little weird to call your mate ‘flight of death’ wouldn’t it?”

“Hmmm, I suppose that you could call me Tom, but please don’t call me Riddle.”

“Okay. Can we go see Sirius now?”