Chapter 2 - Voldemort returns.
A figure, cloaked from head to toe, glided in. Harry didn't need the warnings of his scar to tell him who this was. It was Voldemort. Harry scrambled backwards until his back was pushed right up to the wall and he could go no further. There was an eerie silence, while Voldemort turned and locked the door behind him. Harry cringed at the fact that he was using Harry's own wand.
" Alo-Quietus!" Hissed Voldemort, as he put a silence charm on the cell.
"So, we meet again Harry! Going to Quidditch practice, hey? Its amazing how much like your father you are. Miss him, don't you?"
At this Harry tried to get at Voldemort, but with a flick of his wand he had been flung back to the wall again.
" I hate you! Why did you want to kill me anyway? Just leave me alone!" Shrieked Harry, trying not to show how hurt he was.
"Hate! Hate! Do you think I care whether you hate me?" cackled Voldemort, " Many 'Hate' me! But what good does it do them? I can still over power them. Oh, and about that killing you thing, I'll be open with you. It wasn't important to kill you. Its just that you proved a half match for me and I just couldn't understand how you, a filthy baby, could survive when many older and stronger than you perished. You see Harry, you became a challenge for me, a game, a sport. Anything to say for yourself?"
Harry didn't know what to say so he just mumbled nothing in particular.
" what's that? Speak up boy!"
" Dumbledore will find out about this! I'll tell them when I escape! Ron will come! He always wanted a chance to fight you!"
"Hah! Ron! If only you knew. Oh, and as to Dumbledore, I've dealt with him. You see, I can tell you all my plans because you're not going to escape. I don't want you ruining all my plans. I'm going to take over the world and with you locked up here there's no one to stand up to me!"
"Oh Yeah?" Mumbled Harry, purposely.
"And, I've brought a bit of company for you." Continued Voldemort, ignoring Harry's outburst. He clicked his knurled fingers and almost straight away, two hooded figures came in holding an un-struggling, sobbing, Neville.
" This young idiot had seen you get transported here so I've decided to take him hostage too. You can both rot in here together. And, you, Harry, are lucky to be alive still, but you'll wish you had never stood up to me before, eh?"
With that he stood up and with a swish of his cloak he was gone. Neville howled.
A figure, cloaked from head to toe, glided in. Harry didn't need the warnings of his scar to tell him who this was. It was Voldemort. Harry scrambled backwards until his back was pushed right up to the wall and he could go no further. There was an eerie silence, while Voldemort turned and locked the door behind him. Harry cringed at the fact that he was using Harry's own wand.
" Alo-Quietus!" Hissed Voldemort, as he put a silence charm on the cell.
"So, we meet again Harry! Going to Quidditch practice, hey? Its amazing how much like your father you are. Miss him, don't you?"
At this Harry tried to get at Voldemort, but with a flick of his wand he had been flung back to the wall again.
" I hate you! Why did you want to kill me anyway? Just leave me alone!" Shrieked Harry, trying not to show how hurt he was.
"Hate! Hate! Do you think I care whether you hate me?" cackled Voldemort, " Many 'Hate' me! But what good does it do them? I can still over power them. Oh, and about that killing you thing, I'll be open with you. It wasn't important to kill you. Its just that you proved a half match for me and I just couldn't understand how you, a filthy baby, could survive when many older and stronger than you perished. You see Harry, you became a challenge for me, a game, a sport. Anything to say for yourself?"
Harry didn't know what to say so he just mumbled nothing in particular.
" what's that? Speak up boy!"
" Dumbledore will find out about this! I'll tell them when I escape! Ron will come! He always wanted a chance to fight you!"
"Hah! Ron! If only you knew. Oh, and as to Dumbledore, I've dealt with him. You see, I can tell you all my plans because you're not going to escape. I don't want you ruining all my plans. I'm going to take over the world and with you locked up here there's no one to stand up to me!"
"Oh Yeah?" Mumbled Harry, purposely.
"And, I've brought a bit of company for you." Continued Voldemort, ignoring Harry's outburst. He clicked his knurled fingers and almost straight away, two hooded figures came in holding an un-struggling, sobbing, Neville.
" This young idiot had seen you get transported here so I've decided to take him hostage too. You can both rot in here together. And, you, Harry, are lucky to be alive still, but you'll wish you had never stood up to me before, eh?"
With that he stood up and with a swish of his cloak he was gone. Neville howled.