...You'll burn this time, seeing the violence ; It's feeding my mind...
No one is saving you, How can you find a heaven in this hell?


Chapter 1

Echoed


Harry walked silently on the tips of his toes, careful not to make any noise and wake up the Dursleys. He switched the lights of the kitchen on and walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, his eyes scanning for something to eat. It was the first time he woke up in the middle of the night because he was hungry; it had never happened to him before, but he knew there was no way he would be able to ignore his stomach's intense attempts to get him out of bed and straight into the kitchen.

He grabbed a bowl of soup that hadn't been eaten by aunt Petunia at dinner and sat down to one of the six chairs around the abnormally shiny and clean wooden table to eat. He knew his aunt would kill him if she found out, but he didn't plan to tell her or let her know in any way.

Once he was finished, he got up and washed the emptied bowl, trying to make as less noise as possible, and, once he was done and his hunger was satisfied, he turned off the lights and went to the staircase to get back to his bedroom.

"I thought you'd never finish eating. You really have a big stomach, you know."

He froze at the bottom of the stairs at these words, as he felt his scar tingling slightly. No, he thought. No way. There is no freaking way!

"But why? Do you really enjoy being away from me so much?"

No! There was no way! That voice… Harry would recognize that horrible cold voice that sounded like a hiss anywhere, anytime. But here? No, there was no way Voldemort had found him at the Dursleys' house. Yes, he knew that Voldemort was aware of the fact that he was here, but there were so many protective charms, so many spells to protect him form the Dark Lord! No, there was no way Voldemort was here. He couldn't be!

Maybe Harry was just dreaming… Yes, that was the only explanation. He was dreaming, and he was hearing Voldemort's voice in his sleep. It wouldn't be the first time that that happened, anyway.

"No, Harry, you're not dreaming at all. You're all awake and perfectly fine."

"NO!" Harry screamed, suddenly without giving a damn about the Dursleys.

"But yes…"

"How the hell did you get here?" Harry yelled desperately. No, it couldn't be over now, not here, not this way… His mind wasn't working properly. He had no idea of what he was going to do, how he was going to defend himself.

"I will tell you," the cold voice answered in an amused tone, "if you come outside, so we can face each other. Can you do that, Harry?"

The teen growled. Of course, he thought, he wants me to get outside so he can kill me. But, he couldn't see any other possibility of escaping. He would either face Voldemort outside, or inside the house and risk the lives of the Dursleys.

"Fine!" he growled, and ran upstairs to grab his wand.

"You won't be needing it," the voice said, and Harry chuckled darkly.

"Yeah, right," he murmured and quickly stormed outside.

The breeze made him shiver a little, since he was only dressed in his summer pajamas. He nervously took a careful look around, his eyes scanning the yard and the street for any signs of Voldemort.

"I'm over here," he heard a cold voice say, and immediately turned around to where it came from. As he expected, he saw Voldemort standing right next to a short tree, almost invisible, covered in black. Harry walked carefully closer to the Dark Lord, his steps unsure, his heart beating hard against is chest.

Voldemort gave a low laugh that sounded like a hiss. "Now, Harry, you really shouldn't be afraid," he said, his blood red eyes piercing through Harry's who suddenly felt really uncomfortable and vulnerable.

"Yeah. Of course," he said and rolled his eyes, trying to sound and look indifferent.

"No, you really shouldn't," Voldemort insisted with a smirk on his face. "You see, I can't do any harm to you. Well, at least not while you're here," he added.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "You see," Voldemort continued, "the protective charms dear old Dumbledore had placed don't allow me to come any further into the house's grounds, but here where I'm standing right now," he nodded, pointing at the ground beneath his feet.

Harry stood there, realizing what he had just heard. So, he was safe? He wasn't going to be killed? He wasn't going to duel with Voldemort?

"So… You came here to just tell me that you can't harm me while I'm here?" he asked suspiciously. "Then why are you even here, if you can't kill me?"

Voldemort chuckled. "Oh, I just wanted to see you," he said casually, and his cold voice sent shivers down Harry's spine.

"Just wanted to see me. Right," Harry said mockingly. "Come on, Tom, just tell why you are here!"

Voldemort's eyes flashed with anger at the sound of his name, but he didn't comment on that.

"I'm being completely honest, Harry. I didn't come here with any intentions to harm you," he answered simply.

Harry took one step closer to him, feeling much more confident now that he knew Voldemort couldn't harm him.

"You? Honest? Okay. If I said I believe you, there wouldn't be a bigger liar in the whole world than me," he spat.

Voldemort chuckled again, obviously amused with the whole situation.

"You can believe me if you want," he said with a smirk, and then took a few steps back and pulled his wand out. Harry wrapped his own wand tighter, preparing himself to throw the first spell that would come to his mind straight at Voldemort.

"And don't believe me if you don't want," the Dark Lord added, his smirk never leaving his face. "But I repeat; I only came here to see you, Harry. Now, go back inside like a good boy you are," he said, and then he disappeared, leaving the dusty road empty.

Harry blinked. What the hell had just happened? Voldemort had come to the Dursleys' house, just to see him? And he had left, just like that, without saying anything else! That couldn't be good, this Harry knew. Probably Voldemort was planning something… Or maybe he just wanted to play with Harry's mind, as he liked to do during the whole last year.

"I really need to stop letting him affect me so much," Harry murmured to himself and rubbed his forehead, trying to shove the memories of last month away from his mind. Remembering of Sirius' death and the incidents at the Ministry of Magic didn't help at all at the moment.

After desperately trying to calm down a little, he turned around and entered the house again, preparing himself for the Dursleys' yells for being waken up by Harry's yells. However, the house remained silent as before, and Harry was surprised to find out that his aunt and uncle, along with his cousin, were still sleeping peacefully.

He silently thanked Merlin for that and headed to the stairs and up to his bedroom to get back to sleep. He desperately wanted to calm his mind and forget about everything that had happened just a few minutes ago. But, as soon as his head touched the comfortable pillow, the cold voice sounded again inside Harry's head and made him almost fall off the bed.

"No, Harry, you can't sleep now! Not after all my efforts to wake you up!"

Harry growled and grabbed his forehead, as he felt his scar in pain once more. Why couldn't Voldemort just leave him alone?

"What do you want from me?" he said angrily, his hand never leaving his scar. He waited for Voldemort's answer, but the voice didn't reply. "I should have known," the teen growled and got out of bed. He quickly grabbed his wand and looked anxiously out of the window, looking for Voldemort, but the Dark Lord was nowhere to be seen. "Perfect," Harry murmured and looked around in his bedroom, searching for any signs of him. Hedwig was now awake as well and was looking at Harry with confusion in her eyes, trying to figure out why her young owner looked so stressed.

"Where are you?" Harry asked, unaware of what to do exactly to get Voldemort to answer him.

"Somewhere," he heard the voice say.

"Thanks for the enlightening," Harry said bitterly.

"You're welcome," the voice said, and Harry could clearly hear the cold amusement in it. It simply made him boil with anger inside, knowing how much fun Voldemort was having by mocking him like that.

"Why can't you leave me alone?" he asked, anger and desperation boiling in his voice.

"Because I don't want to."

"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked, letting himself fall on the bed, exhausted. "What do you want from me?"

Silence.

"Answer me!" he yelled after a few seconds later.

"Now, now, Harry, you shouldn't be that loud. We don't want uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia to wake up and scold us, do we?"

"What the-?" Harry was completely confused. Confused, angry, desperate and seriously fed up with this situation. "Stop this!" he growled. "Just leave me alone, or face me like a man! Stop this brain-talking thing!"

Instead of an answer to his angry words, Harry only heard a bone chilling laugh that sounded more like a dangerous hiss.

"You need to calm down, Harry. As I told you, I'm not going to hurt you. You have nothing to fear," the voice chuckled.

"I am not afraid!" Harry stood up and looked around once again, doing his best to sound brave.

"Of course you're not."

"I am not afraid!" Harry repeated, this time much louder. "I'm sick of this! Get out of the house, just go away!"

"But, Harry, I am not inside the house. Even someone blind could tell that."

"Then get out of my head, or wherever you are, and stop… whatever you're doing!"

Another low hiss-like laugh from Voldemort's voice.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, hoping that he would get a satisfying answer, but without setting his hopes up.

"Nothing. Now go to bed and sleep."

Now Harry was more confused than ever. "Excuse me?"

"Go back to bed. You really need some sleep, my little Harry."

"I won't take orders from you! And I'm definitely not yours!"

"Harry. Go back to sleep." The voice was now commanding and threatening.

"And why should I listen to you?" Harry asked stubbornly.

"Because I say so. Now be a good boy and get to sleep. You don't want to make me angry, Harry," the cold voice hissed.

"You can't harm me here! What do I have to be afraid of?"

"Trust me, my little pet. You don't want to know."

Harry let a growl of frustration escape his lips, but he decided that this "conversation" was useless whatsoever, so he lied down on his bed and closed his eyes tightly. If he wasn't going to get any answers from Voldemort, then he could just ignore him. But, before he let himself get covered by the sweet veil of sleep, Voldemort's last words echoed in his mind. "Trust me, my little pet". Pet? Had Voldemort called him his pet?

That's right, my beautiful little pet. Sleep, sleep and forget about everything and everyone… Don't think about anyone… Let go of everything and sleep… You don't need anyone…Only yourself, Harry. You can only rely on yourself, and nobody else, because everyone wants to take you away, everyone wants to make you blind to the truth, and you won't accept that… Harry, they're all your enemies. Everyone. Every single one of them, who pretend to be your closest friends, they all want what's worst for you. They're not like me, Harry, they don't know what you are capable of, they know nothing about you, they don't care like I do… They just want to-

"NO!" Harry screamed and fell off his bed. "Merlin," he murmured, and quickly climbed up on it again, and his hand automatically went up to his scar. "What the hell was that?" he asked himself, trying to figure out the bizarre dream he had just seen. It was nothing more than a silky voice talking to him… A beautiful voice… "What the hell was that?"

"Nothing, my little pet. Nothing. Now go back to sleep, you're tired." He heard Voldemort say once again, and he simply obeyed. He really needed some good sleep.


A.N/ Alright! Posted a new story! With that, I have 4 wip stories here, and I really don't know how I'm going to work this out, but, when a plot bunny pops in my head, I simply can't ignore it... And so I wrote this story down... I'm not sure if I like how this tunred out, but it seemed quite intersting in my mind when I decided to write this... Anyway! I wasn't very sure about the one genre being 'horror', but oh well. maybe I'll turn this to horror... Oh, the lyrics at the beggining are from Within Temptation's song "A Demon's Fate". Obviously, I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry would have turned in the Dark Side and Voldemort would be rulling the wizarding world with Bellatrix. I would also be the amazing JK Rowling and I would be extremely rich. Apparently this isn't happening, so...

Anyway, I hoped you liked it guys! Reviews are highly appreciated! I would love to know what you think about this and if you want me to continue!

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