Chapter 2

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Lucius Malfoy guided Lyra through the shadowed corridors of Voldemort's mansion, a masterpiece of dark enchantment hidden from the prying eyes of the wizarding world. Lyra was considerably surprised to find the mansion rather welcoming, something she never thought she would think. 

"I must say, Ms. Potter, it's not every day we welcome someone of your stature into our abode," Lucius remarked, his tone surprisingly amiable. "The Dark Lord is eager to meet you. Allow me to show you to your quarters first." 

 As they ascended a grand staircase, Lyra felt a mix of trepidation and curiosity. Rich tapestries adorned the walls. Lucius gestured towards a door at the end of a corridor. "This is your room, Ms. Potter. The Dark Lord has taken the liberty of decorating it himself." 

 Lyra entered the room, and her eyes widened in pleasant surprise. The space was a reflection of her eclectic style—richly colored curtains, a plush velvet chaise lounge, and bookshelves filled with volumes on magic and history. A vase of deep red roses adorned a small table by the window."Voldemort did this?" she asked, completely bewildered by her surroundings.Lucius gave a slight smile as he nodded. 

(^Her room)

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(^Her room)

(^Her bathroom)

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(^Her bathroom)

(^Her bathroom)

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(^Her Closet)

"The East Wing is your and the Dark Lord's private quarters; no one can enter it without permission. And before I take you to his study, I must ask you to at least give this arrangement a chance. You may find out things that will surprise you."Lucius brought her to the Dark Lord's study and opened the door for her, revealing a room bathed in low, dim light.

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