"There is one last one..."
Voldemort suddenly revealed a strange smile:
"...still my most loyal servant."
"He has returned to my service."
The Death Eaters held their breath.
They exchanged furtive glances, trying to guess who that "loyal servant" was.
"He is at Hogwarts."
Voldemort spoke slowly, savoring the suspense.
"That loyal servant of mine, through his efforts..."
He turned to Douglas:
"...our young friend was able to come here tonight."
Every gaze turned to Douglas once again.
"Indeed."
Voldemort walked up to Douglas, his voice full of mockery:
"Harry Potter has graced my rebirth celebration with his presence."
"We might even call him... my special guest."
He reached out and stroked Douglas's face with icy fingers:
"Before you die, Harry Potter, I will make you watch as I reign over this world once more."
"And then..."
His voice became a whisper, yet brimmed with boundless malice:
"...in the most excruciating agony, I will make you pay a price you will never forget for all eternity, for your mother's sacrifice, for your existence."
Silence fell.
There was only the rustle of the night wind through the fir trees.
Then Douglas spoke.
"Are you finished?"
His voice was calm, even carrying a hint of polite inquiry.
Voldemort froze for a moment.
"What?"
"Your speech."
Douglas spoke in a tone of pure curiosity:
"I mean, you've already covered your miscalculation, your departure, your observations, your waiting, your plans, your resurrection ritual..."
"Shouldn't you be getting to the main point next?"
"Such as how you intend to conquer the wizarding world?"
"How you'll deal with Dumbledore?"
"How you'll build your empire?"
He tilted his head slightly:
"Or are you planning to save those subjects for the next gathering?"
Deathly silence fell over their surroundings once again.
The Death Eaters stared in horror at