All the Death Eaters were seated at a large table in the Manor's hall, awaiting news.

You walked into the hall, and everyone turned to look at you. You were wearing a stunning, black, floor-length dress and bore the Dark Mark on your arm.

You were Mattheo Riddle's beloved, his right hand, his universe.

"Voldemort is dead!"

You proclaimed loudly, causing everyone to gasp in surprise.

"Welcome the new Dark Lord, Mattheo Riddle!"

You declared once more, and Mattheo entered the hall.