hello, again
Potter was scrambled. There was no other way to put it.
“What the fuck” the boy gaped.
“Quite.”
“No, seriously. What the fuck,” Potter was flailing his arms about now, “was there one we missed?”
Voldemort almost rolled his eyes at that, but settled for an unimpressed look at the boy. “No, Potter, I'm quite sure I died during our duel.” The duel I lost. Though he'd never say that out loud.
“Then how the hell are you here?!” Potter exclaimed. “Where is here anyway? Is this heaven? No, no it can't be if you're here…” That last part said more to himself than to Voldemort.
“I take offence to that.”
His once prophesied enemy scoffed. “Oh please, like you'd end up anywhere else.”
“Well, yes, but I am an atheist. I was never one for Muggle religions.” In his defence, who would be after the 3rd exorcism in that blasted orphanage.
“You weren't one for Muggle anything. But that's not answering my question, Voldemort. Where. The bloody hell. Are we?!”
“Stop with your dramatics and sit down, I am not certain of our location.”
“You know, you're giving very clipped answers. Last I remember, you couldn't shut up, even if we tried. I'd have expected you to be monologuing about how you'd exact your revenge on me by now. Presumably by a certain green curse. And speaking of, you of all people do not get to call me dramatic, you theatrical nerd.” Ok now that was unnecessary.
“I am not theatrical,” he hissed, because he wasn't. “you would never understand the intricacies of pureblood politics.” He was trying to be civil. This damn brat just never complies!
The brat had the audacity to snort. “Yeah sure, whatever, but we're getting off topic. How are you here, how did we get here, and how do you have hair?” Really? That is what the boy considers as a top priority?
“Firstly, I hardly believe my hair is of significant concern—”
“It's not a wig is it? What about the nose, does it stick-on?”
“—and secondly,” He ignores the interruption. “For how I am here I am just as surprised as you are. I feel clearer than I have in years, more sane. That is the only reason I have yet to curse you, because just as you, I do not know how we arrived here. I woke up in a bedroom unfamiliar to me and when I tried to leave, I simply couldn't.”
“Couldn't? What do you mean?” He could see a wrinkle forming between the boy's brows.
“There are anti-apparition wards in place. They surround us, and when I tried to walk to where the wards end I was redirected back towards the house.”
“So whoever put us here, they brought you back, took me, and trapped us here.” The boy whispers in dawning horror.