When he followed the pull, he found himself in a room, lit by a dozen candles. Through a half-open doorway, he could spot Lucius and Nott, both masked yet familiar enough to identify as well as several other Death Eaters he did not recognise at first glance. He sank to his knees when a dark figure stepped out of the shadows. "My Lord." Voldemort had returned, looking at least a decade younger than the last time Snape had seen him, pleading for Lily's life. What kind of magic had he employed to bring himself back to this youthful appearance? The Potion Master prayed that this new body had not come at the cost of Harry Potter's. He could not suffer another failure, not when it came to Lily's boy.