Deviation Actions
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Ch. 4
"You do it then!" he snarled.
"This is not my dream."
"Didn't stop you intruding on all of mine before." Harry's breathing caught livid in his throat. "Didn't stop you luring me to get your stupid prophecy with visions of my godfather dying!"
He could hear footsteps approaching, pounding loud. Impossibly loud outside the door. Voldemort's head tilted the other way.
"This happened before," the Dark Wizard said. "In your room. Do you remember? The room began to close in, the walls growing dusty like these, with cobwebs like these-"
"Stop it!" Harry hissed. Voldemort continued to merely stare at him, merciless.
"As I said, dream analysis in the magical world is rather more curious than its muggle counterpart. You feel trapped, so your mind is reminding you of a cage. Of a situation you feel trapped by."
Voldemort must wish to leave as much as he did, to actually be telling him this. In a...shockingly sane voice, actually, now that Harry thought about it. Maybe he found a grounding amusement in Harry's suffering.
"Who is outside the door, Potter?"