When Harry woke up, it was already evening, and warm orange light shone on Harry's face through the gap between the two curtains. The person who had just woken up was obviously not used to this strong light. He wanted to reach out to block it, but unexpectedly heard the sound of metal colliding with metal. The hand he wanted to raise stopped in mid-air, his eyes were hazy, and he was obviously unable to react to what was going on.
"You're awake." The man's unique voice suddenly appeared in the otherwise silent bedroom. Harry blinked in excitement and sat up quickly. The sound of metal colliding was loud, and Harry found that both of his hands were tied to the head of the bed, with complex magic circles wrapped around the chains. Harry looked angrily at the corner where the sound had just appeared. The man seemed to have noticed the boy's gaze. He stood up and walked out of the dark corner, ignoring Harry's facial movements from anger to shock, came to the floor-to-ceiling window, and opened the curtains. The light from the line instantly expanded, and the orange light instantly filled the entire bedroom. The man turned around, faced the light, and performed a standard gentleman's courtesy.
"Welcome to Voldemort Manor, Harry Potter." His elegant and pleasant voice broke through the air and entered Harry's mind.
Harry remembered that when Voldemort said this, the sea of roses outside the window behind him was blown by the wind, and the petals were flying all over the sky.
No original characters, slightly OOC, and some amnesia jokes.
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