Silence reigns for a moment before clapping is heard from the front doors of the manor. The form of Voldemort is revealed as he approaches at a leisurely pace. His robe is open and proudly displaying the Lichtenberg figures left over from my lightning strike, the charred flesh has been healed and all that is left is fractal patterns of white over his body. His red eyes gleam as they rove over the carnage I wrought.