Severus found himself in a room, lit by but half a dozen candles. Through a half-open doorway, he could see others, masked yet familiar faces. He sank to his knees when a dark figure stepped out of the shadows. "My Lord." Voldemort had returned, what he had feared had come to pass. 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.