The Death Eaters returned to Voldemort's lair and Bellatrix went directly to the Dark Lord to report. Harry left the others and went to his room alone. He had enough questions in his brain to make his head swim.

Why had he refused Draco's hand in friendship? Why had the pair been dueling in front of so many people? Why was Draco wearing Slytherin robes while Harry was in Gryffindor? Harry sighed heavily and put his head in his hands. He decided that he seriously needed some air. Harry went over to his door but when he opened it he jumped back in surprise. He quickly preformed the Death Eater bow.

"My Lord, you scared me." He said breathlessly.

"You should never be taken by surprise, Harry; remember that." Voldemort said smoothly.

Harry stepped to the side and let the Dark Lord enter his room.

"Bellatrix tells me you regained yet another memory." Voldemort hissed.
Harry nodded.

"Yes sir. I think it took place a few years ago. In the first one a boy named Draco Malfoy offered me his hand in friendship but I denied it. The next he was making fun of me for being afraid of dementors. The last was of us dueling when he asked if I was scared to duel him." The teen explained. "Do you know who Draco Malfoy is?" he asked.

Voldemort nodded.

"Indeed I do. His father is one of my followers. Draco will become one himself in time."

"Why haven't I seen him?" Harry asked.

"I did not want to overwhelm you with too many memories in one day."

"Why did I refuse to be his friend?"

"It was merely a rouse. You were in sent to Hogwarts as my spy. You were to keep a close eye on Albus Dumbledore."

"The man who hates you so much?"

"The very same. Dumbledore does not get close to Slytherins so we arranged it so that you were sorted into Gryffindor. You played your role well Harry."

Harry beamed.

"I'm glad to hear it but I'm not sure I understand why Draco and I couldn't still be friends if he's going to be a Death Eater too?"

"It is not seemly for a Gryffindor to be friends with a Slytherin so you two pretended to be vicious enemies when in reality you two were very close." Voldemort explained. Harry nodded.

"I suppose that makes since." He sat on the edge of his bed and sighed heavily.

"What troubles you?" Voldemort questioned. Harry looked up at him ashamedly.

"I wish I could remember everything. I feel so useless not knowing about my past or anything that I've done for you these past years."

"You are certainly not useless Harry. In time you will become my most valuable asset."

Harry nodded but still looked uncertain. Voldemort stood directly in front of the teen and put his hand under his chin, forcing the teen to look at him. He saw a memory attempt to push itself forward but used Occlumency to shove it back. The last thing Voldemort needed was for Harry to remember they battled so many times.

"Would you feel better if you could prove yourself to me?" he asked. Harry's eyes went wide and he nodded as much as he could with Voldemort holding his chin.

"I'll do anything." Harry said.

"Good. Rest tonight. Tomorrow you will begin."