"Oh I don’t know, maybe Lord Voldemort." As Harry finished, several students started whispering. I felt Daphne’s hand reach for mine. I almost missed her doing it. Letting her grab my hand, I surveyed the room. Everyone was just as tense as she was. I was not sure if this was due to the Dark Lord’s name being said or because of the tenseness in the air. Everyone in this room had been affected by Lord Voldemort in some way. Mentioning his name brought those memories or losses to the forefront. 