"Master!" Bellatrix Lestrange's eyes brimmed with adoration as she crawled to Voldemort's feet. "I always believed you would return!"
"I knew they were all lying! I knew how powerful you are, my Master!" she choked out to Voldemort. "I never doubted you for even a moment!"
"Of course!" A smile curled Voldemort's lips. The Death Eaters' reverent expressions and tones pleased him greatly. "I can feel your loyalty!"
"Your wait will not have been in vain!" This was exactly the expression he wanted to see on the Death Eaters' faces. "We shall reward every one of you! There will certainly be a place for you in the new world!"
He looked around and spotted the guards cowering in a corner.
The two guards felt Voldemort's gaze as well. Clinging to some unrealistic hope, they seemed to want to squeeze themselves into the cracks in the wall, trying to keep Voldemort from noticing them.
But things went against their wishes. Voldemort slowly approached the two guards and looked down at them. "You have only two choices..."
After all, the scene would be displayed within the hazy green light. He had already resolved to change and put forth a new set of principles, so naturally he could not return to his old ways.
"I can grant you death... Or you may choose a new life. Hand over your wands, and pledge yourselves to me!"
By preventing the hazy green light from producing sound, Dumbledore had, in a sense, actually done Voldemort a favor.
Voldemort could utter threatening words without the audience learning of them. Those viewers would instead draw upon their own experiences and try to imagine what Voldemort had said.
"My Master!" Bellatrix Lestrange smiled and began praising him incessantly. "What a merciful Master!"
The two guards had already begun to