The torches in the wall seemed to flicker in an invisible wind. A chill seeped into the room. Voldemort pulled the light onto himself, stealing it from the rest of the room. With a cutting motion, he slashed his wand across his body and on the table in front of him, a man appeared, lashed down and unconscious. Robes billowing, Voldemort stepped up to the table, his hand hovering over the prone figure.