The Traitors [HP6] *EDITING*

Chapter 6

"Hello... Harry Potter," hissed Voldemort again, caressing himself with his spider-like fingers. Unlike his followers, Voldemort looked no different than when Harry had met him last. Pale and skeleton-like skinny all over, with snake eyes and a long, flowing, black robe and cape.

Harry didn't have time to scream or yell. He just reached into his pocket for his wand. He quickly pulled it right out, and pointed it straight at Voldemort.

"Stupefy!" he yelled. The beam shot right out from the tip of his wand... but it just passed right through Voldemort, as if he were a ghost. Voldemort gave a short laugh.

"Oh Harry," he chortled, "don't you think I'm smarter than that? Even though my powers are great, I still wouldn't risk coming into Hogwarts in my actual form... yet anyways."

"Then how are you here?" demanded Harry, still not putting his wand down.

"This... is a dream," said Voldemort, putting his hands up, and spinning around slowly. "I am not real, not even this room; which, I might add, is a very good guess at what the Gryffindor common looks like, seeing as I've never been in it."

"You mean, you created this dream?" asked Harry.

Voldemort gave a smile.

"Oh yes..." he hissed. "My powers have improved so much after you 'gave' me

your Order last year, that I am able to do almost anything I desire."

"If you're so powerful, why don't you just have an all out attack on Hogwarts

then?" snapped Harry, actually curious as to why. Voldemort ignored his question, and changed the subject.

"Anyway, down to business," he murmured.

"What do you want now?"

"I have a feeling that you know what I want... Harry," he said, smiling. Harry's

mind raced. What did he have that he could possibly want? His Animagus Invisibility Ring? No, he could probably get one of those from somewhere else. His other ring, the skull one? Perhaps... but why didn't he just ask for it now if that's what he wanted? No, it had to be something else.

"Well, I can't give it you if I don't even know what it is that you want," said Harry, trying to hide his ring.

"I have a feeling you know what it is I desire..." he repeated.

"Even if I knew what it was that you wanted," spat Harry, "there's no way I'd give it to you anyway!"

Voldemort shook his head.

"Well then... Harry Potter," he said slowly. "Bad things will happen..." Voldemort took out his wand, and pointed it at Harry.

"Expellius!" he yelled. A wave shot out of his wand that twisted and contorted the entire room as it went along. The common room became like some sort of horrible attempt at an abstract painting as it began to curve, melt, fade, and become sharper all at once. As soon as it hit Harry, he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Harry! Get up!" came Ron's voice over him. "Breakfast's started now, and you don't want to miss the first one of the year; that wouldn't look too good!"

"Ugh... what?" groaned Harry, sitting up and seeing that everyone else was already dressed and ready for the first actual day back. He quickly jumped out of bed and

over to his trunk of clothes where he quickly picked an outfit, and threw his robes on over that. "Alright, let's go."

The two of them ran downstairs to the Great Hall where most of the school was already seated. Harry and Ron picked seats next to Hermione, and began eating.