The Prince of Darkness (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Harry quickly awoke. He was sweating. The last dream he had seen last night kept replaying in his head, from getting dressed, to eating breakfast, all the way to potions where he was snapped out of his thoughts because the new potions teacher Slughorn, called on him to answer a very difficult question, to which Hermione obviously new the answer.

He couldn't concentrate in herbology either, which resulted in him getting his finger bitten by a rouge plant.  Harry was working with Neville, who was the best at herbology in their year, so he kept critiquing Harry on his every move "No Harry don't pinch your Snargalapuff, or you might loose a hand." or "Stop, stop, stop, you're going to take someone's eye out, besides your holding it wrong it's right hand on bottom and left hand on top, not reverse!"

"You sound like Hermione." Harry mumbled

The rest of the day went terribly. During Transfiguration, Harry accidentally turned Katie Bell's potion's book into a python and McGonagall's quill into a fire breathing quail.  He in turn, got a weeks worth of detention. 

Two weeks passed without Harry thinking about the dream he had. His mind was too full already that he didn't have time to think about anything else. Ron was too nervous to go near Harry again after the incident in their dormitory, and Hermione backed away from Harry too. 

Surprisingly, no one found out that Harry had tortured his 'then' best friend, but everyone certainly did noticed that Harry didn't hang out with them any more. 

One day, Harry was studying in the library with some fellow Gryffindors when a first year Ravenclaw Harry had never seen before, walked up to him.

 blushing furiously, she handed him a letter, then sprinted off in the other direction

While the Gryffindors sniggered Harry opened the letter,

Dear Harry,

I want to start private lessons with you, it will help you with uncovering the mysteries

 about the prophecy including you and Voldemort.

Meet me in my office at 8pm on Saturday

P.S. a lemon drop a day keeps the doctor away!

Harry felt a jolt of excitement . He had always wanted to take private classes with Dumbledore, and maybe he would learn how to do very complicated powerful spells!

For the rest of the week, Harry was looking forward to the lesson with the headmaster, until that day finally came.

Harry stood in front of the gargoyle that led to the headmasters office, and whispered "lemon drops." Stairs appeared behind the gargoyle that led upstairs and Harry climbed them. 

"Ah Harry, come sit." Dumbledore said cheerfully as soon as he saw Harry enter the office.

"I wanted us to look at some of young Voldemort's memories ." 

He got up and took out the stone pensive from a cabinet, then touched the tip of his wand to the side of his forehead. Then, Dumbledore slowly pulled his wand away, with a silvery substance clinging to the tip of the wand. He dropped the substance inside of the pensive which glowed silver and began to swirl. 

"Well come on then Harry."

A/N- Sorry, I'm too lazy to write what the memory, but if you've read HBP then it's the one with Voldemort in the orphanage. 

Harry and Dumbledore landed back into his office.

"Well Harry, what are your thoughts?"

"I, well, I don't exactly know what to think professor." replied Harry 

"What are your views on the young Voldemort?"

"He's talented...powerful and were kind of similar."

"Oh, how so?" 

"Were both orphans, we were both raised into society's we don't belong in, we both found Hogwarts our real home, when we came to Hogwarts we were immediately different from everyone else, were parslemouths, and we both excel at dark magic."

"Dark magic?"

"Well, yeah I've always been pretty good at it"

"Have you ever used an unforgivable curse before?" asked Dumbledore coldly

"I used the Crusiatus curse on Bellatrix last year."

"Who else?"

"Ron."

"......Harry?"

"Yes sir?"

"Go to sleep."