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Voldemort
laughed
again
.
Up
and
down
he
paced
,
looking
all
around
him
as
he
walked
,
and
the
snake
continued
to
circle
in
the
grass
.
"
You
see
that
house
upon
the
hillside
,
Potter
?
My
father
lived
there
.
My
mother
,
a
witch
who
lived
here
in
this
village
,
fell
in
love
with
him
.
But
he
abandoned
her
when
she
told
him
what
she
was
...
.
He
did
n't
like
magic
,
my
father
...
"
He
left
her
and
returned
to
his
Muggle
parents
before
I
was
even
born
.
Potter
,
and
she
died
giving
birth
to
me
,
leaving
me
to
be
raised
in
a
Muggle
orphanage
...
but
I
vowed
to
find
him
...
I
revenged
myself
upon
him
,
that
fool
who
gave
me
his
name
...
Tom
Riddle
...
.
"
Still
he
paced
,
his
red
eyes
darting
from
grave
to
grave
.
"
Listen
to
me
,
reliving
family
history
...
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
why
,
I
am
growing
quite
sentimental
...
.
But
look
,
Harry
!
My
true
family
returns
...
.
"
The
air
was
suddenly
full
of
the
swishing
of
cloaks
.
Between
graves
,
behind
the
yew
tree
,
in
every
shadowy
space
,
wizards
were
Apparating
.
All
of
them
were
hooded
and
masked
.
And
one
by
one
they
moved
forward
...
slowly
,
cautiously
,
as
though
they
could
hardly
believe
their
eyes
Voldemort
stood
in
silence
,
waiting
for
them
.
Then
one
of
the
Death
Eaters
fell
to
his
knees
,
crawled
toward
Voldemort
and
kissed
the
hem
of
his
black
robes
.
"
Master
...
Master
...
"
he
murmured
.
The
Death
Eaters
behind
him
did
the
same
;
each
of
them
approaching
Voldemort
on
his
knees
and
kissing
his
robes
,
before
backing
away
and
standing
up
,
forming
a
silent
circle
,
which
enclosed
Tom
Riddle
's
grave
,
Harry
,
Voldemort
,
and
the
sobbing
and
twitching
heap
that
was
Wormtail
.
Yet
they
left
gaps
in
the
circle
,
as
though
waiting
for
more
people
.
Voldemort
,
however
,
did
not
seem
to
expect
more
.
He
looked
around
at
the
hooded
faces
,
and
though
there
was
no
wind
rustling
seemed
to
run
around
the
circle
,
as
though
it
had
shivered
.
"
Welcome
,
Death
Eaters
,
"
said
Voldemort
quietly
.
"
Thirteen
years
...
thirteen
years
since
last
we
met
.
Yet
you
answer
my
call
as
though
it
were
yesterday
,
we
are
still
united
under
the
Dark
Mark
,
then
!
Or
are
we
?
"
