When is this?
Voldemort had only just got off to sleep, and now it looked like he was in for another shared dream with Harry. He'd found Harry in the same room he'd found himself in. Harry was running after a young boy, the young boy was very thin and had black messy hair, he was wearing an oversized t-shirt. The young boy was laughing, the room was filled with bubbles.
The young boy stopped suddenly Infront of him and looked up at him. The child had very thin arms and legs. He spoke with the confidence of a child "do you wanna play?"
He'd never played with bubbles before even as a child, they seemed infantile now, but this was a dream. Harry looked at Voldemort, he had a protective arm around the small child. Harry spoke to the child "I don't know if he knows how to play."
The young boy looked up at him, he didn't seem shocked by his snake like appearance "I don't really know how to play either, I just like running through the bubbles, sometimes we dance in them, I love bubbles, Harry shows me lots of fun stuff here."
He watched as Harry lifted the child flying him in and out of the million's of bubbles. He saw Harry look at his watch "it's going to be morning in a few hours" the small boy nodded and waved as he walked away through the bubbles into the distance before disappearing.
He found himself asking Harry "who was he, is he, yours?" Harry looked at him and spoke "he's me, he or should I say, we had a shit childhood. These dreams are the most fun he, well we have. I guess I provide my younger self with some happiness, keep him going until we go to Hogwarts."
The boy had looked so carefree as him and Harry had run through the bubbles. "Wanna see his childhood?" Harry's voice was flat.
Soon he found himself in Harry's childhood home "get out here you stupid boy" the voice booming making the walls shake. The small boy crawled out from under the stairs, he squinted in the bright light of the hallway. The voice belonging to a very overweight man. The man towered over the boy, "you wouldn't believe that I'm nearly 6 here, would you?" Grown up Harry spoke. He wouldn't of put the child's age at more than 3 or 4 years.
He soon found himself in another memory the voice boomed, making the small boy fall off the chair he was stood on as he washed the dishes, his hands bright red from the heat of the water "you disgusting vile creature, Petunia come down and see what it's done now." A blonde haired woman came down with an equally fat child toddling behind her. The blonde haired boy looked at the sheet Vernon was holding up "oh that is disgusting daddy, did Harry wet the bed again." The blonde boy looked disgusted.
He watched as Harry was taken to a shopping centre. Where everyone was told that they were getting a new bed sheet, because Harry had wet the bed again. He could see the tiny boy wanting to disappear with embarrassment.
He saw the mental and physical abuse of Harry, a defenceless child. Harry's adult voice made him jump "I'm not going to show you the sexual abuse, I find it too triggering, but I was around the same age" he looked at the small boy no older than 6. Harry spoke again "he'll be ok, he grows up to be me. Although I often wonder if I really am, ok"
The dream started to fade the last thing he heard was the adult voice of Harry "I wonder if things would of been any different, if my parents were alive" Voldemort didn't hear anymore, as he woke up with a start in Malfoy manner.