Harry

"Impossible," Harry muttered under his breath and he patted his face in a distraught manner. Was this real, or was it only happening inside his head?

Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry. But why on earth should that mean it is not real? Dumbledore's words sang in his mind. Harry couldn't help but crack a smile, but at the same time, he desperately hoped that this wasn't real.

"Harry?" Ron's voice called as he entered the dormitory. Harry turned around to face him, but before he could greet his friend with a cheerful "Morning," Ron jumped back in surprise. It was a moment or two before he caught his breath again.

"Harry... you-your-" Ron stuttered and pointed a finger cautiously at Harry's face.

Harry frowned and rubbed his face again. So this was really happening.

"Ron, I can explain!" He said hurriedly, although he knew quite well that he couldn't.

Voldemort

"Impossible!" Voldemort's raspy voice boomed throughout the Death Eater meeting room. Startled by the sudden outburst, each of his followers turned to stare at their lord in silence. The Dark Lord quickly shielded his face with his crusty white hands.

"Is something the matter, my lord?" Malfoy inquired.

"Yes, are you suffering from a nosebleed?" Bellatrix suggested.

"No, you idiot! The Dark Lord doesn't have a nose! It's absolutely inconceivable that he would break out in a nosebleed!" screeched a stout bald man with a rather strong lisp. Voldemort didn't recall ever seeing the man in his life.

"Well, I'll bet those slits he has instead of a nose could bleed, now couldn't they?" Bellatrix argued.

"Are we honestly going to argue about the Dark Lord's nose, or lack thereof, when we could be getting on with this meeting?" the monotone voice of Severus Snape droned.

"Indeed!" Voldemort yelled over the noise of the chatter in agreement to Snape's words. He made his mistake when he raised both arms in attempt to call his followers to order. By removing his hands from his face, he revealed...

"Your nose!" Bellatrix screeched. "My lord, you've sprouted a nose!"

Mrs. Malfoy rolled her eyes and handed Voldemort a pocket mirror so he could get a good look at his Dark Lord-ish face. Sure enough, a Voldemort with a pasty white nose stared back at him.

Harry

"Your nose!" Ron gasped and handed Harry a pocket mirror, which Harry didn't even know Ron carried a pocket mirror, but he supposed that was beside the point. He grabbed the mirror and inspected the man staring back at him.

The man without a nose, that is.

Suddenly, a small dot of red emerged from the slits that were the only remains of his nose.

"Ron! Fetch me a napkin! I'm having a nosebleed!"

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed in confusion. "You can't have a nosebleed if there is no longer a nose attached to your face!"

"This is absolutely inconceivable," Harry muttered as he dabbed the slits on his face.