Voldemort didn’t answer. Harry cried out as the wizard entered him in one deep thrust. He arched his back and immediately felt a wave of heat run down his body. Maybe it was magic? Maybe the loop had broken? Harry wrapped his arms around Voldemort’s shoulders, pulling him closer. The man hid his face somewhere in Harry’s neck: he suddenly began to tremble and thrust in again, this time roughly — and it was painful. But Harry could take it: the feeling of this powerful wizard suddenly becoming vulnerable in his arms was exhilarating.