Voldemort idly fiddled with his wand as he watched the four Death Eaters lugging the last chest into the chamber. As the last of the Death Eaters marched out of the room, Voldemort quickly counted once more to verify that there were indeed fifteen chests. It would have been so much… simpler and more impressive if they could have simply carried them in by magic, but when the last Death Eater had been sent back in pieces, it was an effective deterrent. Not that the figure seated on the dais above Voldemort intimidated the evil wizard, but Voldemort didn't want to antoagonize his target needlessly.
Voldemort gave his wand a quick flick, throwing back the lids of all the chests at once. He smiled as he heard a small intake of breath from the person behind him. Good. So his target was wary of magic. Voldemort allowed himself a brief smile before he turned around.
"As you can see, your highness, I have brought you a wealth of gold. In our world, Galleons function as currency, but gold is gold. Do we have an agreement?" Voldemort peered into the figures eyes, trying to see beyond them and grasp the feelings behind them.
"I told you I have little need for gold, but your gift is welcome. And no, we do not have an agreement. You may leave me."
Voldemort sighed, pretending to be upset. The fool was setting himself up. "Just one more moment of your time, your highness."
"Yes?"
"I can sense that you are afflicted by a strange curse. I have seen curses like yours before, and while not easy to cure, they can be lifted." Voldemort suddenly raised his voice, yelling "BELLATRIX!" The willowy Death Eater quickly appeared by her master's side, kneeling at his left. "Please explain, and then demonstrate."
She bowed low. "As you wish, master." She rose from the ground, and with out hesitation slipped out of her robes. Naked, she stepped forward and began her tale. "You see, your highness, it all began in this place known as Jusenkyo…"
Voldemort suppressed his smile as best he could, but for the first time, he was able to read his opponents eyes. Oh yes. This year would be fun indeed. An overwhelming sense of glee began to rise within him.
This year would be the year he killed Harry Potter.