Harry Potter

Something doesn't feel right when you walk around. But then you come across fresh prints in the snow. Someone else is there. You turn around to run, but you're too late. A wand is pressed to your neck, and a noseless figure stands before you. Voldemort: Well. All goes dark. You wake up tied to a chair. A voice can be heard from the door. ?: Alohamora! A rattling on the door. ?: I should've brought Hermione. ALOHAMORA! The door bursts open to the worried face of Harry Potter.