This is my first ever fanfic. So please don't hate me if it's bad. Please don't kill me, I'm nice !
And I'm not that fast in writing stories, so it could take a while before the next chapter comes.
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He was trying to open his eyes but all he could see was darkness. He had found himself on a chair looked in a room that had nothing else in it. He tried to stand up from the chair but noticed he couldn't because he was tied down. While he was trying to look around, the door behind him opened with a big bang.

"Who's there?". The boy shouted. He tried to look over his shoulder but he couldn't see anybody. When he turned himself back around, he screamed at the look of who, or better, what was standing in front of him. A person, well he thought it was, with a grey-ish skin. He noticed that there was no nose on this face. The man also didn't have hair and was only wearing a black robe.

"So, Kurt was it, right?". The man stared at him with an evil smile on his face.

"Ye...yeah? What do you want from me?". He moved in his chair, trying to untie himself.

"You will see that sooner then you hope. And stop trying to untie yourself. It only makes the ropes tighter". The man started walking around Kurt, which made Kurt worried because he couldn't see what was happening behind him. "My name is Voldemort, but friends call me Voldie. And enemies call me 'I hate him!'". Voldemort laughed while saying that. "But you can just call me Voldemort, because you're no friend". Voldemort stopped walking behind Kurt.

"Wha...what do you want from me?" Kurt asked him again; more scared then he already was. "I don't even know you!"

"Well, that's surprising. I thought your friend would've told you everything about me". Voldemort was whispering in his ear. "But it would actually be better that you didn't know anything. You might shit your pants.

Kurt gasped. "No! Not my designer pants!"

Voldemort laughed as loud as he could, scaring Kurt more than you could possibly imagine. The last thing he heard was a door slammed behind his back.
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"Kurt! Can you turn off your bloody alarm? Pleaseeee ?" Blaine buried his head in his pillows in a desperate attempt to drown out the noise. He rolled over to see if Kurt was still sleeping. "No, not again. He got up before the alarm... I hate when he does that! Now I'VE got to turn it off". He stretched his arm to the other side of the bed, grabbing the alarm and threw it against the wall. "To bad is wasn't a cupcake though..." he said with a sigh. "Well I might as well get up now...to kick his cute ass". Blaine dragged himself out of bed. His dark curly hair was mussed. "Kurt? Where are you? Couldn't you turned your alarm off first?" Blaine walked through the kitchen-diner but couldn't find his boyfriend. Light slithered out from underneath the living room door. "Kurt, are you here?" As soon as he opened the door, he froze. A weird light was shining in his face. he couldn't believe what he saw. Was he dreaming? Was he really reading a message, written in the air? It was all too much. He couldn't keep it together after reading the message. Within seconds he was unconscious, face down on the floor.

'Well, Harry Potter. I didn't expect to see this. I always thought you had an eye on that creepy ginger girl from the weasley's.
Oh well, I never have understood you completely. I guess you've noticed by now that your boyfriend isn't here anymore.
You need to surrender - sacrifice yourself - if you wish for him to be returned alive. Your choice. Voldemort out!'