A wild thought suddenly visited Harry’s mind. In the past, he couldn’t even have pictured a scene like this, but now...He felt that the madness he had tried so hard to protect himself from was still finding its way into him: how else was Harry supposed to explain that he was now standing in the middle of a videotape store with Voldemort, trying to convince him to spend the evening together watching a film? Voldemort was a monster, he had caused Harry so much grief and pain — and he was well aware of the wound that was still bleeding somewhere inside him. Did he ever regret what he did to him? Or did he not care at all?