(Harry POV)
I was still trying to read when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door, happy to ignore the book. It was Nagini. I stared at her. /What are you doing?/ I asked her. I was hesitant to let her in. Considering what happened last night.
/Master asked Nagini to deliver note to boy and tell boy that he does not eat until he figures out what note says./ I looked closer at her and indeed she did have a note. I took it and tried to read it, only to discover that it was in Parseltongue.
/Do you have any clues on how to learn Parseltongue?/
/Start with what Master calls Alphabet./
/That book doesn't have an alphabet page./ She slithered over to the book and, amazingly, opened the book to the third page.
/Alphabet, do not lie to Nagini./ Note to self: Tom and Nagini both don't like being lied to.
/Nagini!/ Voldemort called. She slithered out the door before I could ask for anymore help. I stared at the page, trying to make sense of the scribbles. Eventually I actually started seeing letters and how they change from English to Parseltongue.
When I got a grip on the letters, I turned the page to be confronted with the letters put together to make words. I read the first line a few times over and found it was stating that I was entering the pronunciation part.
I read the book, it was getting easier and easier to read the words. At the end of the ninth on the back, the book was huge, I found myself whispering the words in English. This was amazing! I kept reading the book, having gotten to grammar ending. I was now to a list of words in the dictionary, but there were no definitions.
Then there were short stories to read and then it was coming to a close. I finished reading the book out of intrigue and then put the book down, grabbed the two notes and read. 'Get started Harry Potter.' and 'Come down when you're ready for a meal.' I heard my stomach growl and ran downstairs to see Tom sitting, reading his own book.
/That was a long wait. I would have thought you were a bit smarter than that. It doesn't take that long to read a book./ He closed his book, not bookmarking, and stood. /You must be hungry, right Harry?/
"Yeah." He ignored me and walked into the kitchen.
/Meet our house elves. Dory, Thea, Tod, Rose, and Jock./ He sat down at the table in the room to the side and I sat down too, far away as possible. /We have more to work on if you still cannot speak it after reading it. What did the notes say?/
"/It said/ get /started Harry Potter and the new one said/ come /down when your ready for/ a meal."
/You are getting better but you still need more practice. Also you need to learn proper grammar as well./
"I don't care to learn well enough to speak fluently."
/You don't care to have a meal to eat every day?/
"No. The Durselys have done worse."
/Than the Dark Lord?/ … What type of question was that?
/No./ He smiled.
/It works./ What works? I'm hungry.
"Don't complain." He finally spoke English. "That's enough for today." The food appeared and I began to eat. "We'll start again tomorrow."
So that week had been spent 'teaching' Harry the language of Slytherin and the next week had been used to teach him the Pure-blood manners. He'd been given three books to read in three days while Voldemort left to continue his meetings with his Death Eaters but more meetings with Bellatrix and Voldemort's own trips, where he was going he did not ever say. Only out. Eventually, on the third week, he had Nagini stay with Harry to make sure he kept learning what Voldemort had left for him. Voldemort was planning on a meeting with Bellatrix at the 12 Grimmauld Place Sirius Black had once owned.
(Voldemort POV)
I walked into Bella's old home. It was clean. "Did you have Kreacher informed of my arrival before hand Bella? I only just informed you yesterday." She was trying to impress me, however because I would have expected Bella to do this type of thing, it made no significance.
"I had him clean, My Lord, but I didn't want you stepping on filthy Mudblood germs or filthy Muggle germs. What are you doing with the Potter boy? No one's seen or heard from him" Immediately she jumps to important matters. One of the things I like about Bella.
"What concern is he to you Bella?" I wondered where she got the nerve to ask of him.
"My Lord, that boy is the one who defiled your name, the one who challenged you and yet lives. He took you away from us." She dared to say.
"I am teaching him the proper Pure-blood way. His little mix of blood traitors, Mudbloods, half breeds, Halfbloods, and Muggles way will no longer be tolerated. Dumbledore has given Harry 16 years of terrible upbringing and manners. He must be taught right. I've already taught him quite a few things. I wait until Friday evening to present the new Harry Potter to my Death Eaters and I am sure they will be quite pleased."
"I am sure we will My Lord." I ignored her and walked into the dining room, I sat down and Kreacher appeared. Had he been summoned? I had brand new house elves for Harry but sometimes they still needed discipline, Harry himself had earned a few hexes and jinxes here and there. No out right rebellion or refusal though so no need to go farther than that. He'd not stopped throwing blasphemous, vulgar, or obscenities at me yet but that would come later in time. Right now I was more eager to make him presentable for his next year at Hogwarts.
"Will the Dark Lord being having something to drink?" Kreacher asked in his horrible voice.
"Tea. Milk and sugar."
"Butterbeer for me Kreacher." He Disapparated with that and was back in seconds. He quickly put the drinks on the table. "My Lord, what do you have planned for the Potter boy? I need to know what to tell Draco. They never got along well, I was proud of that until this very moment."
"Are you surprised Dumbledore's a hypocrite? He had more Purebloods than anything, besides house elves, at that school." I took a sip from my drink, thinking. "He wouldn't be losing much if all those Mudbloods dropped dead. Only fifty students, I believe it was. I suppose Dumbledore considered it bad for reputation."
"That fool never saw beyond his own self, telling us it was love that he held proper above all." I scoffed.
"Love. Love protected Harry once from me, but when I regained my physical being that protection ended. With no harmful side effects. In fact, quite the opposite. You asked about Draco?"
"Yes My Lord. Potter and Draco didn't get along well ever since, as Draco tells me, Harry refused his friendship offer and it has not gotten anything but worse since then." Why would Harry, of all people, refuse a friendship? Harry doesn't need friends, but allies.
"As Slytherins, they should learn to play well with each other. Their on the same Quidditch team after all. Shall I leave it up to you to change Draco's mind? By the end of the summer, Harry's mind will have already changed." I would make sure of it. I remained quiet then. All that I had to say right now had been said. I instead began taking sips of the tea every other minute. I had to move off again soon. I didn't trust Harry enough to be on his own this long.
"My Lord, would you like to see something?" I looked at her before placing the empty cup down. I stood as I did so.
"What could there be to show me in this house?" She smiled and stood.
"My Lord, if you would not mind... could I lead you to one of my favourite portraits."
"I don't have time for this." I allowed her an answer and she nodded. She watched me leave. I walked toward the door when there was a huge crash heard from inside the house. I looked about, probably some foolish Auror who thought the house was empty or they thought they could overpower us.
"BLOOD TRAITORS! MUDBLOODS! SHAME OF MY FLESH!" Bella screeched at Kreacher before running upstairs. Curious, I followed. I came to a huge portrait with one of the Blacks on it, Walburga Black. Wasn't that Bellatrix's mother? No Druella was Bella's mother. Then Sirius' mother, Regulus' mother. She was either talking of Regulus or Sirius Black. But they weren't Mudbloods. She saw me and she quieted. "I hoped one day this would happen. The Dark Lord in my house. It is an honour."
"Don't worry, you'll not ever be covered again."
"Bella, I shall see you later. There is quite a bit more to plan." I had to check on Harry and then go send letters to the chosen prefects, head boys, head girls, first year students, that such. I pulled out a list of names and handed it to her. It was a list of 'First Year' Mudbloods and their families names. "Take this and send your fellow Death Eaters, my supporters, and yourself after all of these people. Make sure you leave an impression. Tell Lucius to keep it quiet from the Daily Prophet or any of the news reporters. Make it look like an accident, what ever you must do. No one can know. Not until the end of this coming school year."
"Yes my Lord." Knowing she'd take my order to heart, I left feeling quite satisfied. The reason no one could know was that they'd panic.