"Think of the muggles you've torturedAny sadistic little thoughtThink of muggles, think of bloodThink of screaming…."
Voldemort stood surrounded by his death eaters. He was teaching him his flying incantation.
"Here we go!Like a threstal in the skyYou can fly! You can fly! You can fly!"
Voldemort soared into the sky and began flying around the group.
"Soon you'll zoom all around the roomAll it takes is hate and lustBut the thing that's a negative mustIs a little bit of poxy dust."
He took out a vial from out of his robes and broke it over Lucius' head. Lucius hid a glare and sneezed as he inhaled some of the dust.
"The dust is a positive mustYou can fly! You can fly!"
Voldemort pointed his wand at Lucius and a blue streak of light hit Lucius in the chest. Lucius began floating. In a panic he started waving his arms and flailing his legs."When there's a worm in your heartThere's no better time to startIt's a very simple planYou can do what the thestrals canAt least it's worth a tryYou can fly! You can fly!You can fly! You can fly!"
Voldemort grabbed Lucius by the collar and threw him into the sky.
"Flap! Lucius! FLAP!" Voldemort pointed his wand at Lucius once again. "CRUCIO!"