All I Ever Wanted Was the World

chapter 13

Harry was in a place that he definitely knew by memory.
He was at King's Cross, looking at the scenery around him.

There were people pushing to get on the train and it was utter chaos. There were children screaming and people weeping as they were swept under the great wave of people.

He was powerless and completely immobile; he was  only able to move his eyes to and forth.

"Is this what you want? War from within as well as on the outside?"
The voice was in his ear and ghosted over the shell of his earlobe.

He tensed and the scene disintegrated into a gush of red water.

"You wish for peace, a way to escape this world... I could easily provide that for you. I can give you exactly what you want..."
It was silky, provocative, and charming all at once.

Everything was black, and soon, the world quickly turned into a field. One with flowers everywhere and sweet smelling grass that had drops of dew covering the green brush.

His eyes widened and he was finally free to move.
He was in an oversized shirt, most likely one given to him after Dudley had grown out of it.

"For a price. A simple, and well-known price."

Harry walked through the grass and seemed to forget that this was a manipulated dream.

His fingers grazed the top of the grass and he smiled, breathing in deeply.
The flowers seemed to yearn for his touch and so he listened to their pleas.

He laughed when they tickled his palms.
He felt at peace, more than he'd ever felt in his entire life.

There was a blob of red over the rim of his glasses, and so he took the opportunity to peer up.
Then there was Ginny, and she was pretty in a plain white dress with flowers dancing around her freckled legs.

He knew this wasn't her. She wasn't aware of what he thought and he hadn't even thought of her the past few weeks.

She walked up to him, letting her fingers caress his pale cheek.
His lips parted and he wanted to spill everything, finally have someone to talk to-

Her face morphed and it became long and thin.
She became taller, with broader shoulders and silvery grey eyes.

His jaw slackened and Harry stood in shock.

Her hair became shorter and a platinum blonde color.
The dress had now shifted into a black suit, one that haunted his memory.

Harry backed up, and suddenly there was no field, no flowers.
There were the cold, stone walls pressing hard into Harry and pain rushed to his back.

Draco was there, pressing into him and gripping at his throat.
He sputtered, sending a defiant glare at the blonde as he scratched at his pale wrists.

He was gasping for air and his lungs were on fire-
it was then he'd been pulled into a violent smashing of lips.
It was much more different than what he first felt.

It was soft, full of emotion and passion that he never imagined.

With Cho it was desperation- grief that she needed someone to replace Cedric.
Then there was Ginny.
He liked her, yes, but he felt sick thinking about it now as Draco snogged him.
Images of his mother that he'd seen came to mind, and it was terrifying to see the similarities.
He'd loved her, yes, but in what way?

Suddenly he could breathe again, and he could feel the eyes boring into his own closed ones.

He opened his eyes and the kiss was over.

It was dark once more and he felt breathless, flushed, and terrified.
There was cold laughter filling his ears and Harry felt the adrenaline go rushing through his veins.

"Love? It's a weakness... What would they say when they saw you, kissing one of your enemies and spilling filthy obscenities from your mouth? To see their little golden boy showering in comfort while others suffered?"

"I could easily give you the world you want so badly."
There was an apparition that appeared before him, the vision of Tom, only slightly older. He was taller than the real Tom, but real looking nonetheless.

The pales hands were at his neck, the fingers ghosting over Harry's skin and leaving a burning sensation in their wake.
His skin prickled, and he felt himself flush at the contact as the fingers cane to his face, the top of an index finger gently probing at his lips.

Harry turned red, seeing himself in the shower with the locket around his throat.
He let out a strangled noise, repeating the one word so that he could just wake up.
"Stop- stop stop stop stop." He let the words flow from his lips, trying to repel the guilt that was gnawing at his insides.

"All for the price of your magic... or your death, of course."

He felt the anxiety bubble in his chest as the voice continued, and he see all the memories replay the same way they did when he was under the spell- when the words 'crucio' were forced into his head.
He screamed and thrashed wildly, feeling violated even as he shouted for it all to end.

Harry was grabbed and shaken violently. He was immediately thrown out of the terrorizing nightmares.

"Wake up!" Tom said sharply, looking very much tired.
His hair was disheveled, his brown eyes clear with a slight red accompanying.
His cheek bones were as prominent as ever, and an inky strand of hair rested just between his brows.
Harry ignored the flinch that came from his own body at the sight of the boy and put his hands on Tom's cheeks, cupping them as he tried to catch his breath.
Tom jolted and his eyes glazed over for a moment before he uttered "Hands off, Potter!".

"...needed to make sure I was awake and this was real." Harry said quietly, ripping the locket from his neck as he threw it on the bed. He cursed under his breath and ran his hands over his own ashen, pale face, dislodging his glasses.

The other reluctantly let him before moving back to his place on the bed and warily looking at Harry, who seemed to remain in his shaken state.
Harry left the locket, and decided that he would never wear any type of item that was a horcrux.
It just seemed everything would get consecutively worse and even worse for Harry.

He had no idea what was coming his way.