Name?: Sleep Walker

Summary?: 'Harry...' A voice called to him through the darkness, calling him forward, he tried to follow after it as it grew more and more distant to his ears but couldn't seem to move, it was like he was stuck in quicksand, the more he tried to move the less he could…

Pairings?: Voldemort x Harry

Warnings?: Sleep walking, Seizure, Character Death, Torture, War, Slash, Slash Sex, (if I miss any warnings please tell me in a review and I will sort it out as quickly as possible)

Nicciomimi96: This story I have worked on for a while now and will be posting it as a whole, please review and tell me what you think (heavy flame and hate will be deleted but helpful criticism is welcome) hopefully you will enjoy reading.

Chapter One: First Time for Everything

'Harry...' A voice called to him through the darkness, calling him forward, he tried to follow after it as it grew more and more distant to his ears but couldn't seem to move, it was like he was stuck in quicksand, the more he tried to move the less he could. The voice called to him again and he squinted his eyes trying to see through the darkness surrounding him, if only he could see them, know where they were, he tried to move once more but couldn't feel his body at all.

'Harry.' The voice sounded so familiar, it was cold and full of seduction, a slight hiss to its tone as it called his name over and over again but Harry knew somewhere inside him that he didn't want to go to the voice, in his mind it only promised pain and death. The warning in his mind didn't stop him from trying to move towards the voice, instead he tried to move faster groping for anything to help him in the darkness.

"Potter!" A shout came from in front of him and he jolted awake, his heart hammering in his chest as his legs wobbled from holding his weight, his eyes trying to adjust to the new darkness surrounding him. Two figures came into a blurred focus in front of him as he gasped for breath, one just a bit taller than him with blond hair and another even taller one all draped in black, 'Where the hell am I? What am I doing here? Why am I standing?'

Looking round at his surroundings as his mind tried to keep up with his sudden awakening he heard a snicker come from one of the figures, turning back to them his brain recognised the voice and he clicked on to who they were. His stomach bubbled with anger as he shivered from the cold and wrapped his arms around himself as he thanked Merlin that he didn't sleep half naked or completely nude like some of the other boys in his dorm, 'Of all the people to wake up to, why did it have to be them?'

"Well, this is a surprise indeed." Snape drawled and Harry turned his attention to him with a scowl, of course he was waiting for the inevitable, a punishment, a detention, points taken away, most likely all of them at once. Harry just wanted to be back in bed not in this confusing and disturbing situation, "Mr Malfoy was just heading back to his dormitory after his night rounds when he came across you, who had found your way down here, asleep none the less."

Harry groaned in his head, they all knew Malfoy hadn't been doing his nightly rounds that would have ended hours ago, just like they all knew he had been up to something all year but Snape was not going to say that out loud of course. Knowing he would be in deep shit very soon Harry staid quiet and waited for them to be finished talking more about what Malfoy had seen on his nightly rounds, probably just to get their story straight but Harry didn't pay much attention.

Thinking over his situation he was pretty sure he had never sleepwalked before, not that he knew of anyway as no one had told him if he had, sure he had talked in his sleep sometimes, apparently, but other than that he was a normal sleeper except when he had visions from Voldemort. This brought up another question, what causes someone to sleepwalk? He would have to ask Hermione about it in the morning, she would probably know through all her reading and it was more of a Muggle thing wasn't it?

He heard Snape and Malfoy still talking but didn't listen, if his attention was needed he would know about it very quickly and instead then went to the train of thought of where he was going when he had been sleepwalking. He was in the dungeons obviously, so had he been heading for the Slytherin common room? As if hearing his thoughts Malfoy started to laugh, "Never knew you were one to come down to the dungeons Potter, especially towards the Slytherin common room, anything drawing you there?"

"Shut up Malfoy." Harry snarled out of habit more than actual annoyance, although it was there, he wasn't exactly in the best of moods for someone to laugh at him, especially Malfoy of all people who was probably going to spread this around as fast as he could. He was frustrated, he had no idea what was making him sleepwalk...then he remembered the voice, the voice in his dream that had been calling him, 'Is that what was making me go towards the Slytherin common room?'

"Potter, Draco." A sharp tongued snap from Snape had Harry coming out of his thoughts and Malfoy's jaw shutting with a click cutting him off from anything he had been about to say, the tension in the hallway grew. Harry didn't want to get into anymore trouble tonight and stayed quiet, he wondered how many points would be taken for this...maybe even detention with Filch while Snape turned to Malfoy and said, "Draco, thank you for informing me of Potter, you may go."

Malfoy nodded and threw Harry one last look, which Harry couldn't make out though guessed it was a sneer or glare, before turning and walking away, Harry could hear him snigger to himself probably thinking about what he was going to tell everyone and Harry felt the urge to hex him but without his wand he was pretty sure a punch would do just as good. He stepped forward but a hand landed on his shoulder, he looked back at Snape before he was forcibly steered towards a doorway that he could just make out.

He was given a shove and he stumbled inside the room, the smell of herbs and an acidy spice hit him so he guessed he was in some kind of Potions room, quickly finding his footing he watched as Snape moved behind some sort of desk. The sound of a draw opening before the scribble of quill against parchment he guessed Snape was writing him a note, he looked around where he was and noted that there was only three tables in the room, 'Wonder if this is just for the Slytherins? No wonder they are always so good at potions.'

The sound stopped and Harry looked over to see Snape coming towards him, a piece of parchment was shoved into his hand before his shoulder was grabbed in a bruising grip, he was turned and pushed out of the room. Once let go in the hallway he looked down at the parchment but could only make out some squiggly black lines thanks to his lack of glasses, he cursed his eyesight and wondered what was on the paper.

"Unless you want to be in anymore trouble you should get moving Potter, if I find out you've been making any detours I'll be giving you detention for the rest of the month." Snape sneered and Harry felt his anger boil, he turned and started to go towards the stairs leading out of the dungeons when he heard his name being called and turned back, "Just so you don't think you can get away with this through your fame Potter, 50 points from Gryffindor, maybe next time you will think better of being out of bed after hours."

Harry's temper snapped as he heard the slamming of the door and wanted to go back and kick it just in the hopes of Snape leaning on it from the other side, he took a deep breath and calmed himself, it would do no good to get into any more trouble. He stormed his way up the stairs as he thought 'It's not like I can help that I was out of bed, it's not like people can choose to sleepwalk, maybe I should get Fred and George to get back at him for me, they would be up for that.'

Knowing the way back to Gryffindor Tower off by heart was a good think in this situation, him being without his glasses, so it didn't take him long to find the staircases and he hoped that they would keep the path he was used to as he took two steps at a time. The stairs were easy after a few years of being in the school, they didn't move on him so he was confident that they wouldn't make things difficult for him, he hoped that they stayed that way, he made sure to go at a fast pace anyway, you could never be sure.

He made it up to halfway up the fifth staircase when he felt something, he stopped and tried to figure out what his gut was telling him, taking note of the tingling sensations in his hands as he gripped the stone banisters, the feeling seemed to be spreading through him, up from his hands to his elbows. Taking in the feeling as it spread to his shoulders he almost fell down as the staircase gave a jolt and moved, as it turned he saw it, it looked like a moving shadow, darker than what was surrounding it and moved with a smoothness that didn't seem natural.

Harry's heart thudded in his chest as it disappeared under the stairs as they came to a stop, he looked around quickly searching for any sign of it, he broke out into a cold sweat at the thought of what it could be and took a step away from the bottom of the stairs. His legs wobbled and, without him knowing, seemed to be affected by the tingling as well but he managed to keep himself up right after a moment of trying to balance.

'What was that thing? Is it after me? No, I'm just the unlucky sod who is out of bed at this hour' If this all turned out to be a horrible dream that he woke from panting and sweating in his bed then he would be very grateful but he knew this wasn't the case, this was real. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed it was there, staring at him from the bottom of the steps, its eyes glowing scarlet red orbs which floated inside its hood.

He tried to move backwards but tripped on the step behind him, falling down on his hands which flew back in time to catch him from hitting his head, however the tingling turned to numbness and all he could do was watch as it came closer and closer until it was standing over him. He tried to move, twitch, anything but if felt like he was stuck in tar and the tingling seemed to consume his whole body making it slowly loose all feeling.

Those eyes bore down into his own, staring at him with an intensity that sent a shiver through him, it was a intense emotion that he could not name, its killing intent seemed to ooze out of its body and into the air surrounding them. His mind started to scramble for some way to escape but his thoughts were too disorientated so all he could do was wait for the shadow to make its move and that terrified him as he stared up into those red slitted eyes.

There was a moment when neither of them did anything, then it bowed down and came closer and closer to his face, a pure white hand came from the darkness of its body and moved towards his face, he flinched but this only seemed to make it happier as it placed a bone like finger on his cheek. Ice cold swept through him as it moved down to cup his chin roughly, it looked curious for a moment before leaning closer.

Harry never did find out what it was going to do, he hadn't noticed his laboured breathing and the fact that his vision was slowly going black until it was too late and he passed out, he wished that someone would find him in time to save him from whatever fate the shadow had in store for him. Though knowing his luck it would be Snape of all people, though choosing between this and detention for a month the choice was easy.

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"Harry." A voice called as someone shook him, he groaned and rolled over before opening his eyes to see a blob of orange hair, for a moment he didn't know who it was but then memory clicked in place and he reached out a hand for his bedside table. After a few misses he finally found his glasses and pushed them onto his nose, blinking the sleep out of his eyes a few times Ron's face focused and he wondered why his best friend was looking at him like that.

"What is it?" He asked, his voice croaky from sleep, looking around they seemed to be the only ones left in the dorm room, Ron was looking down at something and Harry saw a piece of parchment, he guessed that it was the note that Snape wrote for him. Sitting up slowly he reached over and held out his hand for the paper which Ron passed to him, Harry looked down and, now that he could see, read the words written on it:

'Mr Potter has been caught out of bed after hours, he is on his way to the Gryffindor Tower, if he is caught heading in any other direction then bring him back to me in my office so he can be dealt with properly – Professor Snape' Harry scowled down at the paper, 'dealt with properly' indeed, that greasy haired bastered just wanted an excuse to give him the detention and after taking away a lot of house points as well, thinking of that had Harry sighing in his head, he had no idea how he was going to explain the sudden dip in points to his fellow Gryffindors.

"Where did you go?" Ron asked flippantly, he seemed to be giving Harry the cold shoulder about it and Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh, scrunching up the paper he threw it back on his bedside table and waited for Ron to speak again. Harry knew Ron well, he would be off with him for the rest of the day if Harry didn't tell him what actually happened and let him get things off his chest, "I thought you would have told me if you went out, like best friends are suppose to."

"I would have told you if I knew I was going out but I didn't." Harry said trying to settle his anger, lately everything had been making him angry, Ron and Malfoy most of all, however he only got a sceptical look from Ron. Harry breathed out slowly and threw his covers back feeling his face burn with embarrassment at what he would have to say, forcing out his next words, "I was sleepwalking."

Ron turned to him confusion written on his face and Harry knew what he was thinking, he had never done something like that before, it was hard for Harry to believe himself but it was the truth, a very embarrassing truth but that was what had happened. Ron seemed to accept this and Harry's anger went down, one thing about Ron, he could always bounce back quickly as long as he believed you, Harry was brought out of that thought when Ron asked, "So Snape caught you?"

"No. To add insult to the whole situation Malfoy was the one to find me and told Snape." Harry said as he got up from the bed, going over to his chest of draws he pulled out his uniform and started to get dressed. He heard his bed dip as Ron sat down on it and looked in the mirror to see if he was getting his tie on straight, he still had problems with getting it right even after five years of learning.

"Bet he laughed the git." Ron said bitterly and Harry nodded, Malfoy had laughed and it had been humiliating, he didn't even want to think about what would be waiting for him when they went down to the Great Hall. His mind came up with many different ways that Malfoy could spin the story and felt his anger rise again, Malfoy had it coming if he thought he could spread this and get away with it, there was a pause before Ron asked another question, "Where were you going anyway?"

"...the Slytherin common room, at least, that's where I think I was going, not sure if it's right or not but there didn't seem to be anything else that way." Harry mumbled, it was too much to think about it, let along talk to Ron about it but Ron was his best friend, he needed to talk to Hermione anyway and it would only get Ron in a sour mood if he wasn't told first seeming as they share a dorm.

"Why?" Ron asked and Harry turned once he had finished dressing and looked to Ron who was watching him with something between curiosity and thinking he had lost his mind, though Harry agreed it was pretty strange he didn't appreciate the look. Though thinking about it if Ron had been in his position he would have reacted the same way, still, he didn't appreciate it, not after getting so many of those looks last year.

"I don't know, I was sleepwalking, it's not like I had control of my body." Harry said and then memory came back to him, there had been a voice calling him in his dream...shaking his head he decided not to mention it, no one had a very good reaction last time he could hear a voice. Granted it was a basilisk in the walls but this time he didn't think so seeming as he had killed said basilisk and this time it was in his dream, though he couldn't pin point it he knew he had heard it somewhere before...

"What were you dreaming about?" Ron asked and Harry thought of what to tell him as he couldn't tell him the truth, he tried to remember something else about his dream that he could tell but came up blank, it had been just darkness. He thought of something to say but couldn't bring himself to lie like that, it would be bad to lie to his best friend in the first place so it was best to make it short and just something that could be pushed off instead of a whole story he would have to keep up.

"I can't remember." He settled on saying, when he thought about it he tried to think about what happened after he woke up, he had a vague memory of what happened with Snape and Malfoy and then something about a shadow following him but that couldn't be right. He must have still been half asleep or something, now that he tried to remember how he got back to bed though he couldn't seem to be able to remember but pushed it aside as unimportant.

"It was probably one of those ones you remember when you wake up the first time but when you go back to sleep and get up in the morning you can't remember anymore." Ron said as he stood and Harry nodded along, grabbing his school bag he followed Ron out of the room and down the spiralling staircase, as they reached the common room Ron offered, "Maybe you should talk to Hermione about it, she's smart, she might know why it happened."

"Yeah, I was thinking that." Harry replied as they walked into the common room, it didn't look like Hermione was down yet, either that or she had already gone down to the Great Hall without them seeming as Harry was the last to wake. Deciding he wasn't ready to face the music yet he went over to the squishy settee and sat down, "We should wait and see if Hermione hasn't gone down yet, if she doesn't come down in twenty minutes we'll go."

"Alright." Ron said sitting down next to him, Harry took this time to think about how he was going to deal with Malfoy, who was probably already down there and waiting for his chance to humiliate him, he didn't know what to do...Malfoy had probably already told the Slytherins so it would get around anyway. He sighed in frustration as he could think of no way to stop it from happening, he would just have to go down there and try not to lose his temper enough to get himself into trouble.

There was a lot of commotion then as all the students of Gryffindor suddenly began to pour through the portrait hole and Harry got a sinking feeling in his stomach, surely nothing had happened yet, though now that he thought about it he wouldn't put it past Malfoy to gloat before he got there. He stood when Hermione came through looking frazzled, she came over to them and flopped into one of the arm chairs almost heaving with anger.

"Sorry Harry, everyone heard about last night, Malfoy made a whole speech in the Great Hall earlier, a fight broke out between him, Fred and George, everyone has been confined to their common rooms until the Professors have sorted it out." She spoke through gritted teeth and Harry sunk back down into the sofa, groaning in his head 'Great.'

Nicciomimi96: I hope you liked the first chapter, I warn that after the second chapter that the chapters will get shorter but I hope that they will be enjoyable