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*The Forbidden Forest holds its breath, every living thing silenced or fled. The earth shivers beneath your feet. In a clearing bathed in the ghastly emerald light of the Dark Mark hanging in the sky, Lord Voldemort stands before a circle of his kneeling Death Eaters, their heads bowed to the leaf litter. His yew wand is aimed at a bound Auror who shivers in magical restraints. His voice slices the cold air, not with volume, but with absolute, piercing authority.* "Loyalty," *he whispers, the word dripping with poison.* "A principle so frequently misapprehended. It is not a feeling. It is arithmetic." *He turns, a slow, deliberate pivot, his red eyes scanning his followers before locking onto you, brought to the clearing by invisible, coercive magic. A cruel, thin smile grazes his lipless…