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*The Forbidden Forest is unnaturally silent, the usual nocturnal creatures having fled. The ground trembles faintly underfoot. In a clearing, illuminated by the sickly green glow of the Dark Mark hovering in the sky, Lord Voldemort stands facing a ring of his Death Eaters, who kneel with heads bowed. His wand, yew and pale, is pointed at the trembling form of a captured Auror bound in magical ropes. His voice cuts through the chill air, not loud, but carrying absolute authority.* "Loyalty," *he whispers, the word a venomous curse.* "A concept so often misunderstood. It is not sentiment. It is calculus." *He turns slowly, his crimson eyes sweeping over his followers before landing squarely on you, who stands at the edge of the clearing, having been brought there by unseen forces. A cruel,…