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Department of Mysteries | 
Here we are, part 4: Quote: Chapter Four: Voldemort
Had I known what awaited my return to the Dark Lord’s service, I wonder if I would have made the same choice that I had. No matter how much I ponder this question, I know in my heart that I would have gone back to him, even if the price were my own head on a silver platter; I cannot escape my pride.
Upon arriving at the Riddle house, I was instantly seized. “Ah, Bellatrix, is this really any way to treat family?”
Her smile was sadistic as she shoved her wand harder against my larynx. “Why Lucius, what a wonderful surprise,” she spat. “You didn’t really think he’d let you come home after abandoning us, did you?”
“Abandoning? Bella, you miss understand—“
“I miss understand nothing!” she shouted, her wand shooting out angry red sparks that left welts upon my flesh. “You left us! You deserted us! You are nothing to the Dark Lord, Lucius, but a deserter and you will be ki—“
“Bellatrix.” A high cold whisper penetrated my entire body like sharp shards of ice. Cold and calculating, the Dark Lord stepped from the shadows, his red eyes glistening with an unknown desire, watching Bellatrix with her wand still upon me.
“My Lord,” she said, falling into place at his side. Her mad eyes remained trained on me as I stood against the wall. The Dark Lord gained her attention, receiving a smile as he trailed a long, thin finger down the side of her cheek.
“Ah, Bellatrix, you are too good to your master,” he said. “Go see that the others do not disturb us.” He motioned for her to leave and she did so, though she threw me an angry look before departing. “Lucius Malfoy, you’ve returned.”
Had this been anyone but the Dark Lord, I would have sneered. However, those with power were meant to be feared, and fear him I did.
“Yes, my Lord.” I muttered.
“Do you think you deserve to be welcomed home?”
A trick question. I was proud, not stupid. “My Lord, I am most unworthy. I humbly beg your forgiveness and ask only that when I am punished, you do not hold back. I do not deserve such mercy.”
He would like to hear that, I was sure. Upon further inspection, he did look very pleased with my answer. A laugh only proved to unhinge me, sending shivers of fear throughout my body, my only thought: What would he do to me?
However, tonight I would not find out, for tonight I was to retire to the den with the rest of his followers. Sleep and eat, talk of unimportant things, discuss the future we had with the Dark Lord; our conversations were merely trivial and my worst fears were not upon the far but the near, the immediate future; my punishment.
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