"I do," Theo could feel his lips becoming colder as the blood loss continued. Stepping forward, the Dark Lord stuck the tip of his wand into Theo’s opened forearm and began whispering words that Theo couldn’t hope to hear or understand in his current condition. It felt as if a hot branding iron was being pressed into his bone. Every nerve ending in his body screaming at him to make a noise, until finally a soft groan slipped out.