Prompt: "H-he won't wake up."
Tom stared down in horror.
Harry was not moving. Harry was simply laying there on the sofa.
He didn’t respond when called. Tom tried to Rennervate him, but that didn’t work. Water didn’t work. Pinching his nostrils didn’t work.
And just when he was at his wits end, Voldemort strolled in, looking more like a tosser by the minute.
“What is wrong?”
Frustrated, and even willing to ask the prat for assistance, Tom gestured to Harry’s still form and very lightly stuttered, “H-he won’t wake up.”
So he didn’t actually ask, but the need for assistance was heavily implied!
Voldemort leaned over the sofa for a moment. His following words were accented by a low snort, and sounded patronising. “Potion induced slumber. You’ll have to wait like a good boy.”
Voldemort sauntered over to his desk and sat down, completely ignoring him after that.
That bloody twat!
How was Tom supposed to know?
“Arse,” he mumbled.
“Would you like to do the paperwork today?”
Tom wisely kept quiet afterward, cursing the wizard only in his mind.