Voldemort let out a sinister laugh, it joined Draco’s screams in a symphony of disturbing euphoria. The body-bind lifted and Draco could finally move, he rolled from the table and this time landed on his feet, his forearm burning hot at his side. When he looked down he saw the fresh inky skull, mapped out in Voldemort's darkened blood - a snake intertwining between its open mouth stared back at him.