"Lord Voldemort." The name still feels forbidden on her tongue, but she supposes that’s the power of it. She looks at Tom, can feel the disdain bubbling in her throat. He is only a man, a man who has done terrible things. It is the following, the people like Magnus Lestrange, who provide the power. She can see his face change, flashes of inhumanity. Like the moon that only reflects the sun’s rays. Tom has no power of his own, only what is given to him, what he takes. 