Just when I take my place next to the Dark Lord, one of the fireplaces roars to life and Dumbledore steps out. "It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way," he starts off, looking between the Dark Lord and me. I stop the urge to tell Dumbledore to not call him like that, but it will reveal my voice. Harry has no clue who I am, my hair is braided back and I am wearing the hood of the cloak, sticking the front down to make sure it would not come off during the fight. Dumbledore is not that stupid, he knows that it is me, but he doesn’t adress it.