Fictional vs. Reality

Chapter One - Welcome Freddy

Harry lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Nothing has been going right; but, then again, neither has it been bad; since he arrived back at Private Drive. Sure, Remus, Moody, and Tonks told him to inform them if anything is going badly for him, but he didn't feel like seeing familiar faces again.

There was a knock at his door, causing him to sit up, curious. He wondered who it was. It couldn't have been the Dursley's, for they never just knocked they pounded. No, this was a pure, genuine, polite knock.

He wiped at his eyes, feeling the unshed tears for his late godfather brushing away. He stood up and slowly and cautiously walked to the door.

There was another knock.

He grabbed the handle, turned, and opened the door slowly.

***

"I've the only thing I could find on Freddy," Bellatrix said, handing him a box that read, 'Freddy vs. Jason'.

"Who's Jason?" Voldemort demanded.

Bellatrix shrugged. "But it was the only thing I could find, my lord."

Voldemort nodded and set the box down.

"They call it a video," informed Bella. "They said it was the best movie of the year, or something like that. I asked if it was scary, and they said yes. Said that it was the most twisted, most scary movie they've ever seen."

"Who said this?"

"The people who I had to buy it from. They also said that if I haven't seen it yet, I was missing out on some gruesome, bloody, gut-y, gore-y movie ever."

Voldemort nodded and pointed his wand out at the box, but lowered it.

"How did you buy it?"

Bellatrix shrugged again. "I got it off some kid who was walking in the alleyway alone." She laughed. "And they say that's the safest way to go?"

He rose up his wand again, and pointed it at the box, right at Freddy.

"Lasci l'aumento di romanzo..."

Bellatrix furrowed her eyebrows at his incantation. Everything left her as a bright yellow light emitted from the box, and seemed to flow down to the ground. There was a burst of light, causing her to shield her eyes.

"Welcome to my world, bitch!" a low, deep, hoarse voice rasped. "I - where the fuck am I?"

Bellatrix quickly looked to where a man wearing a brown, raggedy hat, a red, burnt sweater, black, burnt pants, and black shoes sat, looking around. She gasped as he stood up. His right hand had long, steel, sharp fingers. His skin was red and burnt, and holes were scattered around everywhere. He looked at her with threatening, brown eyes. He smiled a wide, amused smile. She backed up against the wall as he took a step closer. His teeth were sharp fanged, and stained with blood.

"Hello, there," he said, still walking towards her.

Bella looked at Voldemort, pleading for help, but he stood there, waiting to see what this creep would do.

He raised his right hand, his sharp, pointed fingers glistening in the very little candlelight that was in the cellar. He threw his hand down, Bella screamed, closing her eyes, and Voldemort waved his wand. Freddy's hand stopped in midair.

His snarling face took on a frustrated face as he tried to move his arm. He looked at his arm, and tried to force it out of its hold. He grabbed it with his left hand, but could not move it.

Voldemort stepped forward. "No one harms my girls," he said, amusedly.

***

Severus Snape stood at the other side of the door.

Harry winced and backed up, Severus taking that as an invitation to walk in. He shut the door behind him.

"Mr. Potter, I have something to tell you," he said.

Harry shook his head. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. He knew it wasn't a Dursley, but a Snape is even worse.

"I just told you, stupid boy!" Severus bellowed. He cleared his throat. "The headmaster sent me here to take you to the headquarters."

"Why? I don't want to go now."

"I'm getting to that, calm down." He looked around his room. "Voldemort has a new approach."

"What is that?"

"I'm telling you. Will you please sit down and listen to me?"

Harry did as he was told.

Severus nodded. "Now, Voldemort has a new approach, as I have said. This new approach will kill the muggle world, while he tries to plan a way to obliterate you."

"Is it worse than death eaters?"

"No, death eaters know magic. Well, I guess these new things might know magic as well, they are strong enough to kill any human being that crosses their paths."

"Don't tell me - "

"Harry..."

Harry winced at hearing his name coming from his hated former teacher's lips.

"...Voldemort is using fictional characters. Meaning that anything he wants, he can turn to his side."

"How can he do that?"

Severus debated on whether he should give Harry the full story. He then decided that he should just get his task over with, and have anyone...but him...tell the boy about the movie fiction monsters.

"We just need to get you to the place."

"I don't want to go."

"You have to."

"I don't want to!"

"Damn it - "

Severus grasped his upper left arm, groaning, falling to the floor. Harry stood up and walked over to him.

"Are you all right, sir?" he asked.

Severus shrugged him off. "Get to Grimauld!" he said, two seconds before apparating away to wherever his lord was calling him.

Harry sighed and leaned on his bed. He didn't want to go, not yet anyway. He wasn't ready to face everyone again. Though, he wouldn't mind knowing what his teacher was talking about either.

"Harry, hey, Harry!" Dudley, his fat oversized cousin said as he bounded unwelcome into Harry's room. He threw a small box at Harry, who caught it. "Wanna watch it?"

"Freddy vs. Jason?"

***

"Hey! You! Bitch! Get me out of here!" Freddy yelled, struggling to free his arm.

Bella, still shaken, shook her head.

"Now!"

Bella screeched and ran past him, just missing his other arm going to grab her, and ran behind Voldemort. Voldemort swished his wand, and Freddy fell to the floor. He grunted and quickly stood up. He sneered in disgust, as he looked Voldemort up and down.

"Ugh, you're ugly!" he exclaimed. "Where's your nose?"

"Now is not the time to make rash comments about your new master," Voldemort hissed.

Freddy raised his not-there-anymore eyebrows, and laughed. "My new master? No," he said, seizing his laugh. "Freddy Krueger answers to no one."

Bella yawned.

"Yes, you will, or you will go back to where you came from." Voldemort took a step forward.

"Don't bother me," Freddy said, crossing his arms over his sweater. "I was just about to kill this one chick that I don't like." He examined his sharp fingers.

"Well, if you stay, and obey me, you will get to kill many other 'chicks' that you don't like, Freddy." He took another step forward.

Freddy looked at him. "Really? And, children, as well?"

"Millions of children. All waiting for you."

Freddy nodded. "All right, I'll do what you want me to do. But..." he pointed his steel fingers right at Voldemort. "...You have to fight me until I say enough."

Voldemort raised an amused eyebrow. He nodded, pointing his wand at Freddy.

"Ready?" Freddy said, smirking. No one can defeat me! "Begin!"

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A/N: Lasci l'aumento di romanzo... means "let the fiction rise" in Italian.