Late at night, shadowy figures swept across the horizon, passed through the translucent defensive barrier surrounding the old estate, and materialized directly in the grand hall.
Gazing at the wisps of dark aura swirling around Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Malfoy shrank back in awe. Had Snape not reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, goodness knows what embarrassing blunder he might have made in front of the Dark Lord.
"Severus, it seems you have brought me good news."
Chapter 1183