Ollivander stared at the wand Voldemort held. Mahogany, 11", unicorn hair core. He knew the boy he had sold it to. He was proud when the boy grew to become an auror.
He knew what was coming - the Imperius Curse. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist it, not now, not after what the monster had done to him a few years back.
Moments before Voldemort took away his willpower, Ollivander turned his head toward Daphne. His sullen eyes pleaded with her to help him defy Voldemort. All it would take was one curse and he'd be finished forever. As the curse left Voldemort's wand, Ollivander resigned himself to his fate. That he would once more be responsible for the Dark Order's rise and all that would follow.
His body stiffed and shuddered. His eyes closed on his self-control and when they re-opened, he belonged to Voldemort.
"Yes, my Liege," Ollivander nodded at his new master and began sifting through his collection. The ones that did not fit the Dark Lord littered the ground.