I took a breath, and tried to ignore the singular missing feature on his face. He's no longer human, he has no nose, he came back wrong! A cold, crawling sensation under my skin ran up my spine and down my arms. My vision tunneled onto him only; I was defenseless and wandless in front of Voldemort... but he wasn't attacking me. I kept my head for a moment and replied logically. I could lie to him if it sounded true, right?