Still bound by ropes, Voldemort watches, horrified, as the lights are turned on, and he can see a clearly prepared ritual area. Harry Potter joins both the mudblood and the blood traitor within a rune circle. Looking around, Voldemort realizes he is within a second, identical rune circle.
Panic starts to truly set in as the so-called golden trio starts chanting in Latin. He recognizes the words. This ritual will actually work. He will be a Muggle in just minutes. How DARE they steal his power for themselves?
"Potter! Release me at once! I command you!" However, unable to move, he has no way to stop the ritual.
As the chanting continues, the circles begin to glow, first subtly, then substantially. The glow starts at the edge of the circles and slowly moves inward. Voldemort watches the glowing converge upon him with wild eyes. "Potter! Stop! You CANNOT do this!"
The teenagers ignore him and continue chanting, although he can see that Potter is smiling. The glow now surrounds his body, and he can see that the three friends are glowing as well. A moment later, Voldemort feels excruciating pain, as a beam of light emerges from him and connects with the teenagers.
He can actually feel his magical essence leaving him through the light. He knows it is being fed into the three teens in equal parts. They are stealing his magic!
As abruptly as the pain started, it stops, and Voldemort is left panting, trying to catch his breath. It takes him a moment to notice that Potter is standing over him, grinning evilly.
"Well, congratulations, Tommy Boy, you are now a bona-fide Muggle."
