"Ah, Dumbledore," Voldemort practically sang his name, "that old fool. Do not delude yourself into believing that that man can offer you anything, Draco. He cannot offer you your family. He cannot offer you power to wield as you wish. He may not know it yet, but Albus Dumbledore is in the middle of his death spiral," another step forward, "before the year is out, that man will be nothing more than ashes and bone. No... return to my side," Voldemort held out his left hand, and Harry felt his breath stutter at the sight of the familiar ring on his index finger, "and all shall be forgiven,"