They entered the main hall and the Dark Lord was stood, wand in hand. Fenrir was sat with an old leather bound book and a quill. Dolohov was stood on hand with a robe. And a few death eaters were seated as witnesses.  "Ah, welcome miss Granger" came his devious voice. "come my child, stand with me and become a higher power with us". His voice sending chills up her spine like nails on a blackboard. She bowed and stood in front of him. Forcing herself to have to confidence to make eye contact she nodded ready.