"Ah yes, Harry Potter. Our new celebrity." The voice was frozen, icy, slipping over him and coating him in a shroud of destruction and terror. He struggled to get out, but his arms and legs were trapped, and it was as though somebody had put the body-bind curse on him.

But then, he could move, and it was like a second skin, and he was walking around, his vision was red, like the crimson blood dripping from his limbs as he held them up.

And once again, the flash of green light.