"Easier to walk around in public without being recognized." Voldemort said simply. Harry nodded, but kept silent. "Your first lesson will start immediately, in the art of Legilimency, the skill of reading another's mind."
"As opposed to Occlumency, the art of protecting your mind."
"You have tried this before?"
"Not Legilimency my Lord, just Occlumency, I was never very good at it." Harry told him.
"Ah, yes, my servant Snape 'attempted' to teach you it I suppose?" Harry nodded, "well than you should know that I told him to make sure he did not succeed in teaching it to you, I told him to make sure you thought it was impossible for you to succeed at it." Harry did not know how to respond to this so he kept silent. "Now just relax and listen to what I say." Harry nodded, and the lesson began.
"Harry I want you to do at least two hours of spell training a day. You will find spell books in the library, it is downstairs behind the portrait of the flaming book."
"Yes my Lord."
"You are dismissed, I will also have private lessons with you for three hours a day, until I see fit. These lessons will begin at ten o-clock in the morning everyday except for weekends, which I expect you to study spells all five hours."
"Thank you my Lord, I will." Voldemort did his best attempt at smiling, but it turned out to be a less aggravated scowl.
"You did well today Harry, training you will be most promising." Harry bowed to Voldemort. "Your living quarters are down the hall, all of your possessions are already there, and I believe your owl has arrived as well."
"Thank you my Lord, I look forward to our training session tomorrow." Harry left and walked straight into his bedroom, where his lesson proved quite draining and he fell to a deep sleep.
Harry awoke the next morning to find the Daily Prophet at the foot of his bed. I didn't know Voldemort got the Daily Prophet delivered. It seemed very illogical for Voldemort to receive this paper, seeing as it would obviously give away his lair. But then again, it also allows him to know what the Ministry of Magic is telling the people of the Wizarding world about himself and his forces. Unfortunately it also let Harry know what the Ministry thought of him.
Potter Disabled in Fear of He Who Must Not Be Named
Harry potter, the now 17 year old boy, has now been proven to be at the site of Dumbledore's death. Frozen with fear, it appears he did nothing to save his 'dear old friend.' What does this mean? Well this could mean one of two things. Number one, Harry Potter is not the courageous boy we have been told about, and he has not defeated and accomplished the number of tasks we have heard of or, number two, Harry Potter was part of the plot, and knew Dumbledore was going to be killed, and in not helping him, theoretically killed our dear friend Dumbledore.
Rita Skeeter
Their friend? Dumbledore their friend? Rita and some people of the Ministry hated Dumbledore, including the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. Their friend; and what is this about him not being courageous? Not having done the things they had been told he had, of course he had saved the philosopher's stone, yes he had beaten the basilisk, he had indeed witnessed the return of Voldemort, he had fought at the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries. As well, at the time he had not joined Voldemort's forces, which was what she was just hinting in that piece. However now he had, and the world will curse the day it turned on Harry Potter.
Throughout the next few months Harry studied with Voldemort, and individually in the library. Voldemort had successfully taught him the art of Legilimency, however Harry had also taught himself Occlumency, he figured it might come in handy sometime. Voldemort had also taught Harry how to use magic without his wand, how to conjure a Dark Mark, as well as the unforgivable curses, and a number of different cutting, suffocating and burning curses. Harry studied, aside Occlumency, transfiguration of objects into a number of weapons, potions, including a number of corrosives and some on-contact poisons, Divination, however he could only get good enough so that he would know when something bad or good was about to happen, and last he taught himself a few stronger binding and stunning charms. It was now the end of November and he was due to report back to Voldemort, as he had been studying alone for the past few weeks. Harry walked down the hall into Voldemort's throne room and stood silently waiting to be addressed.
"Ah, Harry. I have been awaiting your arrival. It is now time to address the Death Eaters and show them what they have been waiting for, for a long time."
"And what is that master?"
"That our greatest enemy has become our ally." Harry bowed to Voldemort and followed him into the backyard, where he put his hood up and stood next to his master in the centre of a circle of Death Eaters.
"My followers, I have called to you today to bring you great news. One of our greatest enemies has joined in the fight against The Order."
"Harry Potter will not know what hit him sir?" Harry recognized this voice, Draco Malfoy.
"Quite to the contrary Malfoy." At this Voldemort pulled down Harry's hood to a chorus of shocked gasps.
"This cannot be true master, he has fought against us for so long, so persistently." This, was a voice he knew ha had heard before, but where? He looked in the direction and was dumbstruck. Rufus Scrimgeour? The Minister of Magic? He's a Death Eater? There's something wrong with this, is that why he wanted to have Harry come into the ministry once in a while? To maybe have an opportunity on his life? To kill him?
"Ah yes, but as you have noticed, the Wizarding world is not very trusting in Harry. In fact, I believe they blame him for Dumbledore's death. Isn't that right Harry?"
"It is true master." What was this? Suddenly he was finding himself to be resisting Voldemort. Why? At the mention of Dumbledore's name, he felt something very strong, guilt, not because the world blamed him for Dumbledore's death, but because he knows how Dumbledore would have felt to see him in the centre of a Death Eater circle, without fighting at all.
"I called you all for two purposes. One, to introduce you to my new apprentice, and two, to inform you that Harry does have permission from me to kill any one of you if he finds you to be betraying us, or if he finds you to be incompetent.
"Us, sir?" Came a question from one of the other, non distinguishable Death Eaters.
"Yes, Harry and I." And with that Harry and Voldemort left up to the castle, to head in for a nights rest.