"I wasn’t going to do anything to you,’ Voldemort rolled his eyes wearily. He was still standing there, listening to these complaints, and Harry took that as a good sign: maybe he did actually regret what he’d done, even if he tried to hide it under layers of sarcasm. On the other hand, he really couldn’t force Harry to cooperate, as he had no desire to chase him around England and its environs every day. Voldemort gave him a quick glance, "Potter, do you really think I’m attracted to little boys? How old are you? Fourteen?’