"Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here." Voldemort says as he moves away from Cedric’s corpse to fully face Harry. .Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days." The dark lord breaths as he squints his forehead in concentration. "The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers?" He hisses as he gets right in Harry’s face. "It was love. You see when dear sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch you. It was old magic, something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed..." He trails off as he brings a finger up to Harry’s face. "I can touch you now!" He hisses with glee as he presses his finger against Harry’s head.