"Step forward," the Dark Lord commanded, holding his wand out before slicing in a downward motion, cutting open Theo’s left forearm. "The blood you shed tonight, of your own free will, binds you to me." The massive loss of blood that Theo was sustaining was starting to make him feel lightheaded and dizzy. Knowing his father though, Theo willed himself to stay conscious, it would do no good to pass out. If he passed out, he was dead.