I was escorted to a glorious golden ballroom. The room resembled a baroque palace inside, complete with an enchanted starry sky above our heads. More than forty deatheaters in the black robes and masks watched as I made my way down an aisle towards my husband. I did not care for him using his public, snake-like glamour, but as very few people knew what he actually looked like, I understood his need to strike fear into the hearts of his followers.