A pang of hurt clawed at her heart as she finally betrayed the person she worshiped and revered all her life. She knew he wasn’t the same Lord Voldemort who charmed her heart and soul, and garnered her respect and loyalty. Ever since he came back, it was someone else, she followed his every order yet he was only obsessed with a child who would be his downfall. No, she will mourn her Dark Lord, but not this mad version of him that couldn’t respect her love and loyalty, her blood.