Since it was still very dark and Harry was not wearing his glasses, he could not see who the person was at first glance. He got a glimpse of Bellatrix's face, and she seemed to be smiling at that person, though her smile appeared to be a little uneasy.
Harry returned his gaze to the doorway, and the new figure began to enter the room. This one was cloaked in black, as well. The face was little more than a blur to him. However, he quickly realized that the figure was bald. He did not know that many bald people, and he knew even fewer bald people who were affiliated with Bellatrix Lestrange.
When the figure was halfway between the door and the table, Harry could begin to make out the person's face. He quickly discovered that the figure had narrow eyes and slits for nostrils. Immediately the diapered boy realized who was standing before him. It was the very person who had made him famous, as well as the very person responsible for all the grief in his life.
Lord Voldemort stopped right in front of the table. He stood next to his subordinate and gazed down at the bound boy. He grinned in both amusement and satisfaction. Then he turned to the woman and stated "Very good work subduing him, Bella."
Bellatrix lightly nodded her head in acknowledgement.
Voldemort looked back down at Harry and stared into his eyes. That stare could have frightened anyone else, but Harry had already faced the sinister wizard several times and lived to tell it. He refused to be afraid or to even appear to be afraid. Even if this was to be his last day alive.
Regardless, Voldemort shifted his attention to Harry's lower body. He reached out his hand and pressed it against the boy's diapered crotch. Even though Voldemort's hand did not come in direct contact with Harry's skin, Harry was overcome with discomfort anyway. One could hardly blame him; all that stood between Voldemort's hand and his privates was a thick lair of white padding. He tried to shake away the older wizard's hand, but he was tied up too tightly.
Ultimately, Voldemort removed his hand from Harry's padding and thought aloud "This is rather ironic, Harry. When you and I first met, you were in nappies at the time, too. And you were just as helpless then as you are now. The only real difference was that you were considerably younger back then. And, of course, there is no one here to sacrifice themselves for you. So now I could kill you without my own spell backfiring on me this time."
Harry mumbled through his gag, trying to claim that he did not fear death. If he was to die right then, he was not going to give the Dark Lord the satisfaction of seeing him beg for his life.
"However..." Voldemort muttered tentatively. He looked around at the bound and diapered boy, and then he announced "I'm not going to kill you. Now that I see you, I find that I like you better in this position. Now you know what it feels like to be disgraced, powerless, humiliated, stripped of all your greatness. That is just how I felt when you defeated me fourteen years ago."
Inwardly, Harry was a little relieved that he was not going to die. At least not yet. Regardless, he could imagine that what Voldemort had planned for him would not be much better than death.
"I'm going to keep you like this," Voldemort revealed, "Tied to a table and wearing nappies like a helpless baby. You'll be treated like a baby, as well. Bellatrix will be 'taking care' of you."
Bellatrix leaned on the end of the table and grinned wickedly. She remarked "It'll be just you and me, 'sweetie.' Imagine what 'fun' we'll have."
It was a good thing Bellatrix had tied down Harry's legs, otherwise he would have kicked her squarely in the face right then. Alas, the most he could do was shake his body and mumble through his gag.
Voldemort scoffed at Harry's futile struggles and disclosed "Bella has always wanted a child, but her husband has never been especially 'cooperative' in that pursuit. But he's landed himself back in Azkaban, and you're in a nappy. So this works out for us all. Oh, and you can forget about getting rescued. This house is located in a place no one will ever think to look. Dumbledore, the Order, and your precious little friends will not find you anytime soon."
He paused for a minute, and then he continued with "Needless to say, we'll be holding you in secret. But only for a while. Once I've taken over the Ministry of Magic, I'll finally present you to the public. Odds are almost everyone in the wizard community will submit to me straightaway. The few who don't will be discouraged from resisting when they see what their greatest 'hero' has been reduced to."
Harry would have given almost anything for his wand just then. If he had it, he could break free, finish off Voldemort and his sadistic servant for good, escape, and never speak of this again. Alas, he could do nothing but listen on hopelessly.
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