Sweet Dreams

Oh, you're a smart one, aren't you, little boy?
You threw off my coils as it they were morning mist, burning my darkness away with the light of your 'love.
You won.
Didn't you?

No.

There was more to it than love, and you know it. I felt it, even when the buring light from your soul made me recoil. Pain. A lot of it. You hurt, Potter, you hurt so much. How dreadful it must be to live on, with the ones you care for dead. I felt it, you wanted to die. Such guilt for something that was barely your fault!

Little shadows in your light.

And how long, little boy, before those little shadows consume you? How long until your pain, your sorrow erode your very will to live?

Love doesn't conquer all, little boy, no it doesn't. Pain and despair can destroy love. Pain and despair will eat away at your love, the love of life itself, until death is a mercy.

So cry, Harry Potter, cry for those you have lost, for those you will lose, because there will be more, oh yes, there will be.

Those close to you will die first, your beloved companions perhaps, then their families, then your other school friends.
One at a time.
Slowly.
Every time, I'll imagine it's you there, I'll torture them exactly as I've been longing to torture you, and I'll make sure you know it.
I'll make sure you'll see it, every night, every dream, every death.

And after each death, I'll look up, into where your eyes would be if you were really there, and I'll smile.

Ohh, such guilt I'll see in your eyes, little boy! Such loathing!

One night after the next. I'll kill.
I'll even kill those I wouldn't have interest in, just to prove to you how devoted I am.
One after the other. I'll kill.
Just so you can hear them scream, and plead and bleed at my feet as I torture and murder them.
One dream after the next. I'll kill.
No one can block me from your dreams little boy, not even your precious headmaster.

And finally, one that one night I can't feel your prescence any more, no matter how I call, I'll know I've won.

Until then,
Sweet dreams Harry Potter.

Ha, Freddy Krueger has nothing on Lord Voldemort!

I own nothing.

Skull Bearer.