Voldemort looked away from Harry and began examining his own body. He had hands like large, pale spiders; his long, white fingers caressed his own chest, his arms, his face, and the red eyes with pupils like slits gleamed more brightly in the darkness. He held up his hands and flexed the fingers taking no notice of Harry, Wormtail, Ursedonah, or Nagini who circled Harry hissing quietly. He put his hand into his pocket and removed a wand identical in every way to Harry's. Voldemort then raised the wand and pointed it at Wormtail, who still lay twitching and bleeding. Wormtail was lifted off the ground and thrown against the headstone where Harry was tied then he fell to the foot of it and lay there crumpled up and crying. Voldemort turned his scarlet eyes to Harry and laughing his high, cold mirthless laugh.

"My Lord…" Wormtail choked, "My Lord… you promised… you did promise…"

"Hold out your arm" Voldemort said lazily

"Oh Master… thank you Master…"

He extended the bleeding stump, but Voldemort laughed again.

"The other arm, Wormtail."

"Master, please…please…"

Voldemort bent down, pulled out Wormtail's left arm and forced the sleeve up past his elbow. On the skin was something like a vivid red tattoo of a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. It was the Dark Mark. Voldemort examined it carefully, ignoring Wormtail's uncontrollable weeping.

"It's back," he said softly, "they will all have noticed it… and now we shall see… now we shall know…"

He pressed his forefinger against the red mark on Wormtail's arm and Wormtail let out a fresh howl. With a look of cruel satisfaction on his face, Voldemort straitened up, threw back his head and stared around at the dark graveyard.

"How many will be brave enough to return when they feel it?" He whispered staring up at the stars, "And how many will be foolish enough to stay away?"

After pacing for a minute or so he walked over to Harry.

"You stand, Harry Potter, upon the remains of my late father," he hissed softly. "A muggle and a fool… very like your dear mother. But they both had their uses, did they not? Your mother died to defend you as a child… and I killed my father, and see how useful he has proved himself in death…"

Voldemort laughed.

"You see that house on the hillside, Potter? My father lived there. My mother, a witch who lived here in this village, fell in love with him. But he abandoned her when she told him what she was…He didn't like magic, my father… He left her and returned to his Muggle parents before I was even born, Potter. And she died giving birth to me, leaving me to be raised in a Muggle orphanage… but I vowed to find him… I revenged myself upon him, that fool who game me his name… Tom Riddle…"

He walked around, his scarlet eyes darting from grave to grave.

"Listen to me, reliving my family history…" he said quietly, "why, I'm growing quite sentimental… But look, Harry! My true family returns!"

From every direction came the soft sound of cloaks swishing. Ursedonah looked around. Everyone was hooded and masked. They approached cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Each death eater dropped on their knees and crawled toward him kissing the hem of his robe. "Master…. Master…" they each murmured in turn. Ursedonah watched them venerate him as if he were a god. She roller her eyes. They formed a circle, leaving gaps here and there.

"Welcome death eaters," Voldemort said quietly. "Thirteen years…Thirteen years since we last met. Yet you answer my call as if it were yesterday… We are still united under the dark mark then! Or are we?"

He sniffed the air.

"I smell guilt! There is the stench of guilt upon the air."

Ursedonah stopped listening. Instead she gazed into the eyes of each death eater in turn. She knew what her brother was going to say. He rehearsed, you know. One night she saw him in his bed reciting the same exact speech. It was only when she heard the sound of shrieking did she listen. Avery was lying on the ground.

Soon Voldemort went back to what he rehearsed the night before, only slightly altered. She was thinking about how great it would be to have followers like that. She of course knew which ones to pick. After all, she knew every thought of every death eater present. At the mention of her own name, she looked away from the spot that she had been staring at.

"Join us here Ursedonah. Don't stand over there away from all of us."

The death eaters all looked in her direction.

"I know exactly what you're thinking. 'Who is this little kid,' you ask. I am Voldemort's sister."

They all winced slightly.

"You will respect me even more than yourselves, or you will suffer the consequences! Remember, this isn't just any 'little kid' you're dealing with. This is the sister of the most powerful wizard of all time." Ursedonah said in a voice that indicated that she too had memorized her speech by heart.

"Listen to what she says. Although she has not yet proven that she is even close to being slightly as powerful as I am, she is my sister and I would not be surprised if she proves herself to be somewhat close to being as powerful. Of course, nobody's power could ever exceed my own, but she may not be too far behind." Voldemort said egoistically before walking around the circle of death eaters. He talked to some and she again lost interest. Instead, she focused on Harry. His thoughts were all mixed up. He thought about what Voldemort had planned for him. He thought about what all was said. He also thought about something that Ursedonah was surprised at. He wanted revenge. But he wasn't the only one…