Nightmare

Harry found himself surrounded by darkness. His vision was filled with miles and miles of darkness.

"Hello?" he called.

Silence was his answer. He shrugged it off as it was nothing. He surveyed his surroundings. It was all darkness. Although he couldn't see the ground, he was sure it was there as he was standing, not floating.

He figured there was nothing he could do but move forward. So he took a step forward to find, in his shock and surprise, that he bumped into something. He felt the object he bumped into. It seemed like a wall but he wasn't sure. His hands ventured downward when he felt something protruding from the wall by his right hand side. His hand enclosed on the object, realizing it was a doorknob.

He gripped the doorknob tighter, twisted it, and pushed it forward. A blinding light emanated from the other side of the door. He shielded his eyes for a moment before they adjusted. He stepped outside to find himself in an unfamiliar place.

The blinding light from earlier was only from mere candles that surround the surprisingly dark room. He was in Malfoy Manor.

He found himself sitting on a throne with two people, a man and woman, bowing in front of him. He seemed to enjoy seeing them cower in fear before him. He felt powerful.

"How is the search for Potter, Lucius?" he hissed which was surprising as well since the words came from his own mouth.

The blond haired man shuddered for a while before raising his head an inch to stutter out his answer.

"N-Not well, my l-lord. Potter and his friends are nowhere to be seen. B-But no matter, my lord. W-We are not resting until the boy is found," Lucius stuttered.

He sighed in frustration. He pulled out his wand and yelled,

"Crucio!"

The man writhed on the ground, pleasing him. He let the curse linger for a moment before lifting it. Lucius lay there for a moment, catching his breath.

"Take that as a punishment, Lucius, and a reminder not to fail me again. I expect a successful report by next week," he growled.

He dismissed the man who raced out the door after bowing again and turned to the woman beside him who had long and curly black hair.

"How about you, Bellatrix? How is my dear Horcrux?" he asked.

Bellatrix raised her head a little.

"The Cup of Helga Hufflepuff is safe in my vault, my lord. No one will be able to find it there along with my other trinkets," answered the mad witch.

He nodded.

"That is good news, my loyal servant. And how about those Weasley's? Have you done what I asked you?" he hissed.

"Yes, my lord. Fenrir has them at this moment. Would you like me to send them in?" Bellatrix said with a smirk.

He nodded, "Please do, my dear."

Bellatrix stood up and called Fenrir by whistling. The werewolf came in with two red heads in tow. He sneered at the sight of Molly and Percy Weasley in shackles.

Fenrir threw them on the ground at the Dark Lord's feet. Molly was shaking visibly and Percy had a scowl at his face.

"I have to say, I am impressed at how quick you were able to retrieve the both of them. Love truly is a weak thing," he praised Bellatrix.

The witch smirked in victory. She had followed her lord's orders and threatened to kill Percy Weasley if the old lady refused to come with them. She agreed without hesitation out of love. Pathetic. Though the boy was nothing but a pompous prat, his mother loved him so. Oh, how she shuddered at that word. Love will be the reason of the older woman's demise.

The Dark Lord stood up and looked down at the red heads with a sneer. Then all of a sudden, he scowled at the woman, remembering why she was there.

"Where is the boy?" he growled.

Molly Weasley glared at him.

"I don't know and even if I did, I'll never tell you where he is," she growled through gritted teeth.

He glared back icily at the woman.

"How pitiful. You do realize I will find the boy and destroy him. Then I will rule all of Britain," he said.

"Harry will destroy you and your lot first. We all believe in him to bring you down. You will perish! By the time Harry's done with you, whenever they speak of you, all they will talk about is how you aren't as powerful as you claim to be!" she proclaimed, her head held high.

Tom sneered. It was clear the woman knew nothing about little Potter's fate. He decided to keep this information to himself.

"If you say so."

Then he turned to the other Weasley and smirked.

"Pathetic boy."

He pointed his wand at Molly and sent a Cruciatus curse her way.

Percy screamed, "No!"

And that was all Harry heard before he slipped into darkness once again.