A weight suddenly appeared on top of him, and the black haired man gasped as a thin hand with sharp nails squeezed his throat painfully. A cruel, cold laugh reached his left ear, and Harry was furious and disgusted at realizing that Voldemort now had the upper hand on him. His enemy’s hand left his throat at the other one grabbed at his hair, pulling his head back and then slamming it on the ground harshly.