I stand outside of Malfoy Manor in the dead of night, the full moon hanging above the property with a morose sense of foreboding about it. I plant the sack of heads next to me and spread my arms, my copper hair splayed out and my eyes aglow with power I lace my voice with as much magic I can muster take a deep breath and begin to speak. My magically enhanced voice rattles the floor beneath me and my passive legilimancy is flooded with the sheer abstract terror of around 50 Aurors both trainee and Veteran as they can hear my malice and wrath laced in my voice and Magic