Brian Knight Potter

Disclaimer in chapter one.

Chapter Three

WARNING: I don't actually say what Voldemort does, but I do insinuate some things that some people might flame or rant about later. Now you can't say I didn't warn you.

"Red light!" Harry screamed and turned around quickly. Several of the children groaned and walked off the gym floor, knowing they had moved, and were disqualified from the game. They were playing a game of red light, green light. When Harry said green light, all the children ran toward him. When he said red light, they had to stop immediately and not move. If they moved they were disqualified from the game. Whoever reached Harry first was the winner and got to be the one who screamed red light or green light.

Harry looked behind. There were five kids left, about two feet behind him. "Green light!" He waited only a second before screaming, "Red light!" Three of the children moved and walked over to the rest of the class watching from the sidelines. "Green light!" It only took a second for Harry to feel a small hand grab his pant leg. He heard a whoop of joy before he could even look down to see who it was.

"I won! I won!" Brian shouted gleefully, jumping up and down. The rest of the children yelled and came back onto the floor to play another game. Harry walked over to sit with his friends, a grin on his face.

Ginny had come with them this time and was currently engrossed in conversation with Amanda. They had tried to get Neville to come along, but he wasn't comfortable around kids and had a lot of homework to finish. Harry sat beside Ron and listened in on Ginny and Amanda's conversation. Harry wanted to know desperately what happened to her child, but didn't ask.

"Amanda, what's your last name?" Ginny asked.

"Lynn. Why?"

"No reason. I hadn't heard you say what it was before. How old are you? You said you help during the day, but you don't look old enough to be out of school," Ginny said curiously.

"That's because by age I'm still supposed to be in school. I'm sixteen. I finished my studies early after... after some things happened," she replied eyes looking sad.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Ginny asked concern evident in her voice. Amanda firmly shook her head no.

They had all become good friends with her over the past couple of days. They had talked whenever they had the opportunity. They had found out that Cody was Brian's godfather, which was he was so defensive of Mr. Knight. They didn't talk much about him since Amanda became very mad at just the mention of his name. They all stood up and headed back in the main room as recess ended. They had done art before they had played today and had left a mess. There had been glitter and glue involved, and to say the least it wasn't pretty.

Mrs. Warner sat in the rocking chair at the back room as the children sat down on the floor in front of her. She started reading to them as everyone else started to clean us the mess the youngster's had made.

"This is so gross," Hermione said as she scraped off a puddle of glue with glitter in it that hadn't dried yet. "To be so little they sure can make a big mess."

"You're telling me," Ron murmured.

Harry went back to the sink in the room and refilled the bucket of water they were using to clean off the tables. The bucket slipped from his hands as a searing pain shot through his head. He clasped both of his hands firmly over his scare as pictures started to flick in front of his eyes. As the pain intensified he fell to his knees. He heard Hermione say his name before he gave himself over to gruesome pictures flicking before his eyes.

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Voldemort and his hoard of Death Eaters were standing in the middle of street of what looked like a muggle neighborhood in the twilight. Voldemort sent the dark mark into the air, lighting up the whole sky, giving it an eerie iridescent green color.

The Death Eaters broke away from their evil master and swarmed into the houses like hungry bees.

Harry found himself in a room where a four or five year old was sleeping peacefully. A Death Eater came through the door quietly. She, for Harry could tell that it was a female, walked over to the child's bed, bent down, and whispered just loud enough to hear, "Sweet Nightmares." She pulled a vial out of her pocket and Harry gasped as he saw it. He had seen the potion in one of the books Hermione had checked out from the library. He didn't remember the name, but he did remember its purpose. It gave the drinker his or her worst nightmares. It shut down all the functions of the brain except those used to control breathing and heart beat and the part that supplied dreams. The more potion that was given the longer it lasted and the worse the nightmares. The adult dose was three drops and still have a chance of waking up sane. If a person was given too much, eventually they would wake up, but be insane or simply die. There wasn't an antidote.

She pried the child's mouth open and poured the vial down the child's throat. Almost immediately the child started to flounder about.

Harry found he could walk here, whatever here was, but couldn't touch anything. He heard another scream from down the hall. He raced out of the room. He found a couple, probably the child's parents, thrashing and screaming. He ran from room to room, helpless.

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!"

Harry jumped at the sudden scream. He ran toward the sound and found a girl that looked about his age struggling against three Death Eaters.

"No, you're not going to give me that potion! No!" She was kicking, punching, and pulling anything she could reach. She managed to kick one of male Death Eaters between the legs, but the other two grabbed her and more came to help. Harry stood there, a bystander to the horror that he knew would come any moment. It was always worse when someone struggled. Especially the girls.

Voldemort entered the room. The girl struggled even more and screamed louder. Harry stood there, his mind half in shock. Voldemort said something indistinguishable and jet of black light hit the girl.

No, Harry thought, please no.

"So, Potter, what do you think of this? How do you like my little game?" he asked turning to Harry, his red eyes blazing with evil.

Harry could now feel his body shaking and sweating.

"I so wish I could kill you know, but alas, I can't. I have to be satisfied, temporarily of course, with making you watch this."

The girl was now still, but still screaming. Whatever spell he done on her made her incapable of moving. He gripped her chin and smiled wickedly. "We're going to have a little fun now aren't we?" Harry saw her eyes widen as Voldemort's roaming hands starting moving along her body.

Harry stared horrorstruck. Please, he thought, please don't do this. Anything but this.

Harry stood back up after having retched for the fourth time.

"Please," he said in a hoarse, tear joked voice, "please, if you can hear me, just cry and he'll lighten up. I promise he will. Stop being so brave, please," he said before his stomach protested again. Harry didn't know if she had heard him or not, but she did start crying. After another ten minutes Voldemort stopped.

Thank goodness, he thought, let me wake up now, please let me wake up.

Voldemort came over to him while pulling out a vial.

Harry tried to move but found his legs stuck to the ground.

Voldemort was now in front of him. He started to pry Harry's mouth open. Harry tried to resist but found he couldn't stop from swallowing the potion.

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The room painfully came into focus. He was on the floor, hands over his scar, with people clustered around him. Everything seemed to moving in slow motion.

The potion, his mind thought slowly. It felt like it took hours for him to get on his knees. Harry thrust his finger into the back of his mouth until he retched. Harry made himself retch one more time before letting darkness take him.

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Author's Note: Sorry it took this long to update. I was sick last week, and I am writing two stories at once. Also I was also kinda at a loss for what to write in this chapter, but like usual it wrote itself. I know it's short, sorry, but I want to get something posted. If I continued it I wouldn't be happy with ending it until I thought it was a good place to end it, and it would be like 5,000 words long, and I don't have time to write that.

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