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A softly smirked "Finite Incantatum" later, and Harry's muscles were again his own. He rolled slowly over to his stomach, and pushed himself up to his knees. He was in a large chamber, one that could almost be considered an audience hall that was filled with large figure dressed in black robes with white skull masks. On an elevated platform at the front of the room was an almost throne-like chair that hosted Lord Voldemort or Tom Riddle. He was tall and incredibly thin with a hairless skull and a very pale white face that featured wide crimson eyes with vertical slits for pupils. In place of a nose were two slits for nostrils.

Harry rocked back on his heels and rose with a little less grace than he wanted, but his muscles were stiff after the body bind. "Game on," he thought to himself. He gave a half bow in Riddle's direction and said, "How kind of you to have me, Tom. Of course, the invitation delivery was a bit plebian, but one can't be held responsible for one's minions." Harry had to hide his grin of victory as Riddle's eyes narrowed at his comments.

"For such a pathetic and scrawny specimen, you have a very inflated opinion of yourself Potter. I am Lord Voldemort, the Immortal Dark Lord and you would do well to remember that." The malevolent aura radiating off the man was stifling and made the teen want to gasp for air, but he stiffened his spine and put his acting skills to the test.

Harry managed a snort of amusement before responding, "Well yes, the Dark Lord Voldemort. I'm sure your mother and father would be so proud of all you've managed to accomplish. Why just look – you've managed to kidnap and strip a teenager! Woo, go Tom! I'm sure Merope and Tom Senior would be proud of their little pedophile."

He heard gasps from the black robed Death Eaters at hearing their Master described as a pedophile, and he only hoped it made them question his appetites. He expected retribution for the insult, but he didn't expect an almost casually cast "Crucio".

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