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Tom eyed the much older Dumbledore with all the wariness the situation called for.
“I will ask only once more,” he said. “Where is Harry?”
“I had not realized the level your attachment could go to, given the chance,” Dumbledore mused in a decidedly far too fascinated fashion.
“Where is he?” Tom demanded, losing his temper at last. “Where is Harry, what have you done to him?”
In the ringing silence following his words, Tom became aware of a tingling feeling along his skin. Dumbledore was watching him with now-wary continued interest.
Tom forced his magic down so that it would not spark quite so obviously.
“The truth is, Mr. Riddle,” Dumbledore said once Tom was calm, “we do not know where your Harry is. He is missing.”