Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the vanquisher of Voldemort himself landed in the Entrance Hall of Riddle Manor with a crazed grin on his face from the high of using dark magic. He looked around with slightly glazed eyes and stumbled towards Voldemort's private chambers with a wicked grin.
Said person or snake thing was currently in a meeting with his Death Eaters when he felt the wards breach. Must've been one of those useless muggles that tried to get into his house. No matter, he had a raid to plan.
Voldemort stubbled tiredly into his chambers after the meeting. Fighting off the advances of one crazy female Black was tiring! He got ready to fall into his huge bed and the last thing he would have ever expected was Harry Potter sleeping in his bed covered in blood, staining his silk and cotton blend bed sheets, hugging Nagini like a teddy bear. Said snake was mumbling in sleep about mice. Wait. Noooooooo! His sheets! (Yeah, cause that's what you worry about first when you find that scene in your room, I mean honestly!) No, WTFing hell was Harry Potter doing in his room.
About to throw a curse, Voldie stopped and thought (I know! Amazing right?) and decided to poke the Boy Who Lived face with his wand (WTF!?) Said boy groan, flipped over, mumbled something about polar bears in tutus with rainbow afros, nearly whacked Voldemort in the face with Nagini and when back to sleep.