Rising, Voldemort ordered, "Leave now. I will call upon every one of you, to evaluate if you are a worthy addition to my new regime." And with that threat hanging over their heads, the Dark Lord departed, Barty on his heels. Harry sat and watched, so Snape remained as well. The young man's head turned from one Death Eater to the next, not talking, seemingly, not even breathing. Not one dared to question him. After a few minutes of tense silence, they eased out of the room, racing for the edge of the property so that they could apparate away. Severus Snape wondered if he would ever be so lucky.