"Harry! What would possess you to do that?" Voldemort demanded as he looked at the bloody and broken Death Eater at his feet.
"Well…you see…Tommy he came after me and he was trying to be nasty like Bellabi-trix and I didn't want him to touch me so I kicked him butt."
"Harry, you're five. He was an adult a fully grown wizard. What did you do?"
"Err—I hexed his bits off, stupefied him and then roughed him up?" Voldemort let his hand meet his forehead in what we know as a slap of stupidity. As he mentally cringed in sympathy.
"Go to your room, I'll deal with you when I'm done here."
"MkayMawvolo,"
"That won't get you anywhere."
"I know." Harry grinned before he was out of the room.
"You do realize how thankful you should be that he speaks. Otherwise the Death Eaters or Harry himself would have enough blackmail to end your career." Nagini said as she curled up next to the body and wrote nonsense in the victim's blood with her tail.
She wrote out Marvolo, swiped it out and the put Harry, before randomly writing things down before the blood disappeared and she looked up to see Voldemort aiming his wand at the clean floor.
"I'm just saying Tom that you need to explain things to him before he gets any older. He needs to know now, not when he's older and won't take it to heart."
"Fine," he hissed angrily, "I'll talk to him."
"Good, can I eat him?" Nagini asked as she pointed her tail at the dead Death Eater.
"Indulge yourself, love." and with that Voldemort left to go find Harry.
The boy was of course in his room where he had been told to wait. He was curled up on his bed gripping a stuffed animal as he laid down.
"Are you angry with me?" He asked softly when he felt the dip in the bed from behind him.
"No little one, I'm actually quite proud, but next time come get me. I know that Rabastan taught you how to apparate. I know you're capable of taking care of yourself but I worry. Tonight you will meet my Death Eaters. I won't have any of them make the same mistake as McNair." Voldemort said as he trailed his fingers through the boy's hair. Harry had turned to face him holding his stuff animal.
"But wha if they dun wike me?" Harry asked as he nuzzled into the Dark Lord's lap reminding the man how young he really was.
"They will, my young one, you're too great to not."
"If you say so Mar'vlo."
"I do,"
"Then it's gotta be true." Harry said giggling as Voldemort started to run his fingers along the boy's side.
"You dare make fun of me!" He mocked, but Harry only squealed as the tickling increased. Nagini hissed her contentment as she entered the room watching the two on the bed.
"Now come," Voldemort said as he lessened his attack, "we have to get you robes before I call my meetings."