Chapter 46.1- Doom Days
Added 2025-07-20 21:07:29 +0000 UTCI woke up chained to a statue. My wand was nowhere near me. I would feel it with my magic if it were close. Enough to summon. Close enough to summon- being anywhere within a few inches of any part of my body. Once I had ascertained that much, I began thinking about my surroundings. They were not hard to recognise. It a a graveyard. A familiar graveyard, and I stood chained to a familiar grave. Tom Riddle, Son of Thomas and Mary Riddle, 1905-1943. Well, that answered the question of who hired those mercenaries to kidnap me. Voldemort. And there was only one reason he could have wanted that.
“Harry Potter. Finally awake, I see” And I struggled to turn my head towards the voice. At least I did for a few seconds until the statue I was chained to moved to give me a better view. Voldemort. He stood there in all his glory, skin pale as a corpse, nose gone in place of two slits that contracted and expanded every second or so in some facsimile of human breath because his thing was far from human, cheekbones so high that they were only a step away from being horns instead, and a tall lithe frame that seemed to occupy every bit of space in my line of sight. I could see to both sides of him, yes, but it was like everything that was not him did not matter. That was how thoroughly he grabbed attention and caught the eye.
“It is a pleasure indeed to meet you on the flesh, finally” He said, voice sibilant and barely above a whisper but carrying about the place with ease.
“I wish I could say the same” I said, affecting my most unbothered tone even while I knew I was so thoroughly in this monster’s mercy. All I had to hope for was that his pride was enough to stop him from killing me while unarmed. Not like giving me my wand would mean all that much for my chances, much as it galled me to admit it.
