Draco’s wife, somehow both more beautiful and more terrible than she had been in life, stepped clear of the locket, her legs folding down awkwardly to the floor below from the cabinet so that she loomed over Draco. She opened her mouth and began to speak, though her voice was not her own, "You said you loved me," she said, her voice the breathy, cold rasp of Lord Voldemort,  "You said you loved me - and yet here you are,"