Dark Emotions

Harry looked around. Was this a dream he had been having, or reality? He felt the icy cold grasp of death on his shoulder, and turned his head. A skull was inside a shroud with the cold clammy hand on his shoulder. He felt weak then fell backwards and blackness encompassed him.

A familiar voice roused Harry. "Wake up; you've been having a nightmare again." Ron Weasley, his best friend was looking at him with some worry in his eyes. "I heard a thump, and you were on the ground. Should we go and see Madame Pomprey? She may have something to help you."

Harry rubbed his head, and his fingers ran across the scar on his forehead. It was cold, clammy, like death. Not searing with pain or heat as it would if Voldemort was around, or feeling a strong emotion. Just cold. Harry shook his head. "No, Ron. I best think just more rest should be best for me." Harry poured himself a glass of water then went back to sleep.

"Harry Potter, remember me? You thought you got rid of me. Think again, Potter." The voice of Tom Riddle pierced his dreams. "Oh yes, you wonder where I am, Potter. That Weasley girl was a little too weak for me. I shall find someone stronger. Oh yes, you won't forget a thing, Potter, once I find myself."

Another voice and a vision filled his head. Inside a graveyard, with many people in cloaks in a circle, he saw the dead body of Cedric Diggory, and Lord Voldemort. "Harry Potter, believed you finished me off forever, did you? I told you before; you will never get rid of me. You will die a most horrible death, and I will make sure you will not forget a thing. The worst is yet to come, Potter."

Finally, one vision cast through his head. Harry was in a familiar place, somewhere he had been the year before. An archway inside of the Ministry of Magic. The same archway where he had seen someone die the year before. A battle was ensuing. Neville Longbottom was next to him, and he saw Dumbledore and his great flowing beard. His eyes instinctively drawn towards his godfather, Sirius Black. "Sirius..." Harry said, looking at his godfather. "Don't fall into the arch!"

The figure of Sirius apparently did not hear Harry, and fell backwards, slowly, into the archway, dying. Harry then heard the familiar voice of Voldemort. "Need to see more, Potter? How about some more memories? Things that you want to forget!"

Harry's mind raced with images, and his scar was beginning to burn with agony, instead of the cold feeling of death. A dementor swooping over him, trying to give him the kiss. Hermione paralyzed inside the Hospital Wing after the basilisk attacked. Ginny lying near death inside the Chamber of Secrets. Finally, the worst one of all. The flash of green light killing his mother and father.

Harry rose with a loud scream of agony as the scar took hold of his every feeling and every emotion. His body quaked with the feeling of the scar attacking him. Harry looked around, his scar flaming with agony. Nobody was in the dormitory. No sounds of anything, or life. Harry could only hear himself breathing, and cold mist grew from his breath. He couldn't see anyone, only the dark walls of the common room. Harry looked at himself and saw he was wearing his school robes, the ones required. He left the dormitory and scanned. The common room, filled with people, talking softly. They looked up at Harry and clapped. Ron joined his side.

"You did great, mate. But, where's the broom? You didn't bring it when you went five minutes ago."

Harry froze. He didn't suspect to bring a broom, or anything. His scar didn't ache, but had the familiar feeling of death. Ron placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked back, and saw the kind face of Ronald Weasley looking at him, a look of life in his face. Harry smiled. "Must have slipped my mind, too many things on it."