401
Thirteen years it's been, and yet...

402
...here you stand before me
as though it were only yesterday.

403
I confess myself...

404
...disappointed.

405
Not one of you tried to find me.

406
Crabbe! Macnair!

407
Goyle!

408
Not even you...

409
...Lucius.

410
My Lord, had I detected any sign,
a whisper of your whereabouts...

411
There were signs, my slippery friend.
And more than whispers.

412
I assure you, my Lord,
I have never renounced the old ways.

413
The face I have been obliged to present
each day since your absence...

414
...that is my true mask.

415
I returned.

416
Out of fear, not loyalty.

417
Still, you have proved yourself useful
these past few months, Wormtail.

418
Thank you, master.

419
Thank you.

420
- Such a handsome boy.
- Don't touch him!