Voldemort smirked. "Ah, the arrogance of youth," then he paused. Tilting his head to the side, Voldemort gave Harry a interested look. "Curious though. When last we met, you were a scared boy, alone in the world with no one to help you. I underestimated you three years ago, and because of that I lost a servant and failed to claim the Philosopher’s Stone to restore myself. Then I saw fear, but now... in your eye I see... rage.