WARNING: Mild violence.
Tamasine awakes to find herself alone in Voldemort's lair.

Voldemort, in his irritation, does what he can to make the quality of Tamasine's day drop even lower.

Warning: Possible Sensitive topic/issue/theme. (Yeah, I know I'm going heavy on all these warnings, but I just want to be safe.)

Harry, Ron, and Tamasine prove once again to themsleves that they are terrible at collaborating anything without Hermione.

P.S. Beware of typos and issues in here somewhere. This one was written kind of hastily, as more of a prepatorial chapter than a necessary one. The next chapter is the one where we really get some great action and charatcer involvement going on, so bear with me! (And remember, I embrace feedback. Tell me what you think!)

“Who are you?” I finally asked. The hissing, I perceived, had subsided.

            “Me?” I heard a faint chuckle, this time with some bitter enjoyment. “I am nobody.”

The climax is coming...


...can you feel it?