“I was and am the Dark Lord’s most loyal servant. I learned the Dark Arts from him, and I know spells of such power that you, pathetic little boy, can never hope to compete!”
She was dead... She toppled. That meant she was gone for sure, right? She had to be. Didn't she? She couldn't have just been knocked unconscious, couldn't have Apparated away when no one was looking, couldn't have faked her own death. She can't be alive. She can't be in hiding. She's not out there plotting a takeover of the wizarding world, to finish what the Dark Lord couldn't. She can't be gathering a new army to make the wizarding world bend to her will. No, she was certainly, surely dead.
Or so they thought...