He was knelt in front of Voldemort, head bowed down, not out of fear but respect.

He was 17, not yet out of school, but his magic was no longer Traced – the Ministry wouldn't even be aware of the Dark Mark that would colour his flesh.

Voldemort had to admit the child was gifted; close to being a prodigy in everything academic. He would be a valuable asset in Voldemort's plans.

But he showed no fear. He was dedicated, yes, but not scared into fulfilling the Dark Lord's every command. Voldemort would have to right this immediately.

It was custom that had the boy knelt down in servitude – every Death Eater would be brought before Voldemort where he would perform Occlumency on them. Every recruited Death Eater kmew that as soon as the new follower knelt down, the Dark Lord had already decided to enrol them; he just wanted to make sure everyone knew their place: below him.

Seeping through the dark-haired boy's mind, Voldemort smirked in satisfaction at the little jump he gave in shock. That satisfaction soon vanished though, when he lifted his head to meet the Dark Lord's eyes and relaxed. That would not do at all. Voldemort struck in bluntly.

Why do you deserve to join among my ranks? What makes you think you belong here? The boy's face remained impassive, but Voldemort could feel the shock flowing through his mind. You, who are bullied by imbeciles no better than mudbloods. You, who are beaten at lessons by a filthy half-breed. You, who cannot even get that girl to fall in love with you. The Dark Lord watched in glee as his jaw clenched tighter and tighter with each passing comment.

Voldemort smiled, maliciously triumphant at his work. He readied the final blow: the blood purity.

What makes you think you could join the Death Eaters? They are an elite group who look to cleanse the bloodlines – The Dark Lord's face was laughing, a sneer sculpted on his face. –And you, you are but a half-blood.

The reply staggered Riddle back a few steps, Snape's own magic surged through the bond, reinforced with a sneer of his own.

Yes. But you are no better.