Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand as if it were only...

Voldemort: [after the Death Eaters have Apparated to the graveyard] Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand as if it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me... [running around and angrily ripping masks off several followers] Voldemort: Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius. Lucius Malfoy: [sinking to the ground] My Lord, had I detected any sign... a whisper of your whereabouts... Voldemort: Oh there were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers. Lucius Malfoy: I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present since your... absence... [removes his hood] Lucius Malfoy: That is my true mask.