The Dark Lord Arises

A chair in place
A table behind 
The Dark Lord is waiting 
In the graveyard 
Where Marvolo Guant
And his own father lay
A servant of his, loyal and trustworthy 
The Hufflepuff blood
A missing right hand
Only a Slytherin would do it in vain
The Boy Who Lived
A Weeping Angel
Both are not comfortable 
With the crimes of Voldemort