Draco walk out and Informs the dark Lord the pathway is working

Draco stumbled out, his face a chalky-white mask of terror and dawning pride. He looked from Voldemort to Rose, a flicker of something pity? horror? In his eyes before he dropped to one knee. "It is done, my Lord. The pathway is open."

Voldemort let out a high, thin whistle of delight. He did not even look at the blonde hair man. His attention was fixed on the ornate cabinet, its dark wood now shimmering with a faint, internal light. The gate was open.

"Excellent," Voldemort hissed, sounding like a satisfied snake. He turned to the assembled Death Eaters, a god addressing his troops. "Go. Remind them what it means to defy the Dark Lord. But the old man, he is mine." He then looked at Rose, his red eyes gleaming. "And you, my precious. You will stay by my side. You will be the first to see Dumbledore fall."

The Death Eaters began to swarm into the cabinet, disappearing one by one into the darkness. Bellatrix high speeching laughter churning her stomach.

Voldemort turned back to Rose, his grip on her arm tightening. "Ready to go home, Harry?" The name was a final, vicious twist of the knife.

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