Harry awakened. Everything in his mind was blank; he had no memory of where he was or why he was there. As he stared at his surroundings through his cracked glasses, he felt the stone cold floor on which he lay. He quavered as he attempted to stand up, but realized his attempts were in vain, for he was restrained by a binding spell. A foul odor reached his nostrils and traveled down his throat, leaving Harry to double up and cough. The air felt putrid against his cheek. A pair of hands gripped his aching body and lifted him onto his feet. Harry's knees buckled as he struggled to maintain his balance. He recognized a high, heartless, chilling laugh. Lifting his head, he looked into the face of Voldemort, and immediately Harry's scar seared in pain.
"Oh, is it too painful for the Boy Who Lived to look into the eyes of his parents murderer?" Voldemort taunted.
Facing him once more, Harry saw that Voldemort was sitting on some sort of throne, engraved with dozens of snakes. Harry spit blood onto the floor by the feet of Voldemort's robes. "You seem overly cocky for a dark lord who has failed in trying to kill me five times."
Voldemort's confidence faltered and he sneered at him. "Bite your tongue boy, or I'll have cut it off for you. Crucio!"
Writhing on the floor, pain like thousands of white-hot knives pierced Harry's body. As soon as it had come upon him, it stopped, leaving his voice hoarse from the screaming.
"Now," said Voldemort lazily. "I suppose that you wish for me to unbind you."
"That might be nice," said Harry coolly.
With a wave of Voldemort's hand, Harry was granted the use of his hands and legs. "Sadly, you left your wand behind. Disappointing, really. I would have enjoyed watching another episode of your poor dueling skills."
Harry quickly lifted himself to his feet. "Don't need a wand," he said with a smirk, and began to demonstrate his newly perfected skill of wandless magic. Within a second, Voldemort was launched across the room and had landed in a heap against the wall.
"That, Harry my boy," said Voldemort as he rose to his feet, "was most unwise." He pointed his wand at Harry. "Crucio!"
For a second time, Harry felt the excruciating torture of the Cruciatus Curse. Once it was over, Harry's body was so weak that he wretched and could not get up again.
"You call me 'cocky,' Harry Potter," he heard Voldemort say, "When you lay here, confident that your little friends are going invent some perfectly ingenious plan to rescue their hero?"
Voldemort stopped. Before him and Harry suddenly stood a deer and a tiger. But in the blink of an eye there were no longer a deer and a tiger, but Hermione and Ron.
"Actually," said Hermione, "That's a pretty good guess."
"Not - not animagi?"questioned Voldemort in absolute disbelief.
Harry, quickly stood up. "The best."
"Harry!" yelled Ron, holding up Harry's wand. Instinctively, Harry held out his hand and his wand flew toward him instantaneously. Reacting straight away, Harry pointed his wand directly at Voldemort and said "Accio wand!"
Voldemort's wand now in Harry's possession, he whispered an incantation, in which it became nothing but a thin wisp of smoke as echoes of screams could be heard on the air.
Voldemort, nearly powerless besides his wandless magic, threw Ron and Hermione across the room in a furious rage as he charged toward Harry. But Harry was too quick. His wand was instantly pointed at Voldemort's chest and he froze in his tracks.
"Harry... you... you wouldn't kill me..."
"Watch me."
"Harry...."
"No," Harry's wand remained still. "You killed my parents. You killed Cedric. It is because of you that Sirius is dead. You have also killed hundreds more. Ever felt what it's like to have your life stolen from you? I think it is time for you to learn. May you forever be known as The One Who Died at the hand of The Boy Who Lived. Avada Kedavra!"
Never was Voldemort seen again.