The dream
Once more Harry ended up in his mindscape with his grandfather. Around him there were evergreens, aspen trees, lilies and roses. In front of him stood an ancient looking castle that held the slytherin crest right above the door. His grandfather swept towards the door of the castle beckoning Harry to follow him. The entrance of the castle was grand but covered in dust and cobwebs. 10 feet from the grand doors stood a large staircase that had sections falling apart and others that looked like they had just been repaired. Towards the left was another large open doorway which held a grand looking ballroom. At the very end of this ballroom stood two thrones, one gold and green the other silver and green.
“Come,” Tom said, walking towards the ballroom. “You must learn to dance. Then we will work more on your potion skills.”
“Of course grandfather,” Harry said, gaining a weird look from Tom.
“Like I have said before Harry you do not need to call me such a formal title,” Tom stated. “I would much rather you call me Tom or grandpa not grandfather.”
The two walked into the room, Tom going to a table which held a gramophone and started the music. He walked back to Harry before explaining to him a basic waltz. Harry tried to do it on his own at first which he succeeded in until he tripped over one of the many broken tiles that was on the floor. Tom then decided that it was better if they went and tested Harry’s potion skills.
“You did well Harry,” Tom said, as he helped Harry stand not worried about the small cut on Harry's leg. “I think it is time to go to the potion room.”
“Why,” Harry asked.
“I don’t want to keep you in your mindscape longer than necessary,” Tom told him. “It has already been 3 minutes since you fell asleep. Which means we have another hour and a half before you fall into the dream world.”
“Oh,” Harry answered. “What type of potion will we be making today?”
“I think it is time for you to try to make your potion,” Tom answered. “You have been training the last three days which in your dreamscape equals about three years per day. Of course that is for the 3 hours you have been here each night, not a full day. You are already at mastery level at the very least. I want to see what ideas you have for a new potion.”
“I get to make a potion of my own,” Harry asked, looking around the potion lab they were now in.
“Yes you do,” Tom said. “Write down what you want it to do and what ingredients you think will work for it.”
Harry ran over to the table at the back of the room that was empty of anything except a notebook. The notebook would transfer anything written in Harry’s mindscape into its counterpart in the real world. Harry started writing down every ingredient and the amounts as well as the timing in between when an ingredient was added and when it needed to be stirred. He then wrote how each ingredient needed to be prepared and when exactly it needed to be added. Then everything around him changed.
Harry was dreaming. He watched as a muggle walked to an old decrypted manor. He watched as the man opened the back door of the manor and walked up the stairs. He watched as he went towards a door that was slightly agar at the end of a hallway. He then looked down and saw a snake nearby looking at the man.
“ “There is a little more in the bottle, My Lord, if you are still
Hungry.”
“Later,” said a second voice. “Move me closer to the fire,
Wormtail.”
“Where is Nagini?” said the cold voice.
“I — I don’t know, My Lord,” said the first voice nervously. “She set out to explore the house, I think. . . .”
“You will milk her before we retire, Wormtail,” said the second voice. “I will need feeding in the night. The journey has tried me greatly.”
“My Lord, may I ask how long we are going to stay here?”
“A week,” said the cold voice. “Perhaps longer. The place is moderately comfortable, and the plan cannot proceed yet. It would be foolish to act before the Quidditch World Cup is over.”
“The — the Quidditch World Cup, My Lord?” said Wormtail.
“Forgive me, but — I do not understand — why should we wait until the World Cup is over?”
“Because, fool, at this very moment wizards are pouring into the country from all over the world, and every meddler from the Ministry of Magic will be on duty, on the watch for signs of unusual activity, checking and double-checking identities. They will be obsessed with security, lest the Muggles notice anything. So we wait.”
“Your Lordship is still determined, then?” Wormtail said quietly.
“Certainly I am determined, Wormtail.” There was a note of menace in the cold voice now.
“It could be done without Harry Potter, My Lord.”
“Without Harry Potter?” breathed the second voice softly. “I see . . .” ” (Harry potter and the goblet of fire).
Harry laughed in his mind no longer concentrating on the conversation happening between a rat and his grandfather. Both Pettigrew and Tom were correct just in very different ways. Harry’s blood could not be used to resurrect the dark lord in the ritual that Voldemort was wanting to use. But he also could not rise without Harry’s help. That was why Harry desperately wanted to get back to his dreamscape. Harry wanted to finish creating his first ever potion. This potion would bring his grandfather back but he needed all of the remaining horcruxes for it to work.
“Avada Kedavra,” the dark lord yelled out towards the muggle, killing him instantly.
Harry then woke up screaming. Though he did not truly wake. No, he returned to mindscape, his head lying next to where his notebook had been. Harry looked around the room from where he was sitting trying to find his notebook.
“It seems you can dream even when you are in your mindscape,” Tom said, walking back over to Harry with his notebook. “The time restarted when you fainted. Also good job on the potion. It will definitely work from what I can see.”
“We just need the Horcruxes though,” Harry said. “Do you even know where all of them are? Or what they are?”
“There is a way to summon them,” Tom said, “but that can’t be done, til Samhain. When the bearer between the land of the dead is at its thinnest.”
“So what will we do until I can no longer stay in my Brainscape for the day,” Harry asked.
“We will start on the potion,” Tom answered. “You do have the transferring vial in the waking world correct.”
“Yes I do,” Harry answered. “Do we even have all the ingredients though.”
“Let’s find out,” Tom answered, walking over to the wall that was filled with every possible ingredient known to both the muggle and magical.
The ingredients for the potion listed in order of being added: unicorn blood freely given, vampire venom, phoenix tears, veela hair, gorgon blood, dragon scales, dragon eyes, basilisk scales, fae tears, silver, fools gold, obsidian, 1 ounce of blood of a close living relative, purified holy water, gold, unicorn horn. Place three drops of the mixture onto each horcrux once finished. Takes three months to brew.