The air was full of the sound of swishing cloaks and small popping sounds of other Apparating into the graveyard. Hooded and masked figures appeared, dozens of them from what Harry could see. They stalked forward until they surrounded Harry and Voldemort. Voldemort waited silently; his red eyes gleaming like a viper’s as it watched its prey approach them. One of the Death Eaters walked forward, falling to his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort’s robes. "My Master..." he whispered.