"I don’t care!’ Harry turned around abruptly and rushed down the bank towards the border where he could Apparate. He was excepting a green flash to come at him from behind, or the torturing curse to remind him of his place, but neither happened. Instead of pain came a stupor and Harry froze in an awkward pose. He waited, slowly boiling inside: Voldemort was in no hurry to catch up with him. He walked down the shore at a leisurely pace, gazing melancholically at the lake. His pale skin looked almost paper-white in the moonlight.