Thank you for reviewing, it's very appreciated. I'm happy you guys like my fic. I was very hesitant to put it up in the first place because most of my fics come from my mind and if I'm honest, I usually don't think my fictions are good enough to put up on the internet.

Before I stop talking, I needed to say that Harry's not a Pureblood in my story, Voldemort just put him there because he likes Harry. =)

Harry was learning faster than he had when he was trying to learn Parseltongue, which had been a week, and Voldemort was running out of things to put in Harry's head for the upcoming dinner with his followers. Said dinner would happen at Malfoy Manor because of the numerous house elves. Voldemort wanted everything to go smoothly and that was why he was currently having brunch with Harry. Today's lesson was that you never leave the table until the Dark Lord got up from the table first, a lesson Harry was questioning and failing.

Harry began to look around, getting tired of being hexed and jinxed by Voldemort over and over again, he was already in pain but the last time he'd got up out of boredom, he'd been smacked and his face still hurt. He sighed. What was he doing anyway? Just testing Harry in how long he could sit still? It'd been 30 minutes already.

"Fine. Since you're keeping me here anyway, can I ask you a few questions?" Harry asked, with a bit more attitude than fit the Dark Lord's already waning patience with the seventeen year old boy. Though now he was a man in wizard law.

"Respect me Harry. What questions would they be?" Harry looked up into Tom's eyes, surprised that he'd even consider it. Well, he wasn't about to waste this chance on a stupid question like the one he was thinking right now so he asked one he'd had for a while since he began to read books this summer.

"Why does an eleven year old or younger use magic even though they don't know what their doing?"

"Simple. They've not learned how to control their magic yet. Hogwarts, or any other magic school, does that for them. Plus, it's a good way to find new wizards and witches trainable, those with magical abilities. A rule of thumb used to be that all Wizarding families make new magical children but then the Squib came along and the Squibs are cast out, nothing good can come from them. The opposite can happen from Muggles. They could give birth to what is called a Mudblood. The term 'squib' is understandable from the view point that a witch or wizard who comes from two parents can't do magic, it is abnormal. Then there is the HalfBlood. They come from one parent who is Pureblood and one parent who is Muggle. All three terms are insulting and all three are outcasts. Purebloods are the finest wizards and witches you'll ever meet." Tom spoke about how inferior others were to the Pureblood race often.

"You just gave me another purity lecture… so they use wands… to teach you how to use your magic." Tom nearly sneered at him for such a stupid statement.

"Obviously." Though that brought up a new question for Harry.

"Then why do they later teach you how to do wandless magic if it's stronger in the first place?" Tom smirked, the closest Harry's got to making Tom smile. Not that he tried to make Tom smile but it was better than being glared at or having spells thrown at him or something along that line.

"In Salazar's day, there were no such thing as wands and thus had to learn how to use it wandless. The wand is like learning to walk. You have to learn to walk before you can run, which is the most powerful. However, not when speaking of spells, the best option is to fight back and hopefully beat your opponent." They were quiet a few minutes after that and then Voldemort stood, Harry sighing in relief. "I expect such patience tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow morning we will practice how the meal shall happen and then you and Draco can leave while the rest of us… take a meeting." That was all Voldemort said to him before departing. Harry tried not to think of it as Voldemort leaving Draco as his 'babysitter', he'd had a few Death Eaters come over to watch him while Tom left the house to go… do something. Harry still didn't know why he was leaving and even more unsure if he wanted to know or not. That night, for some strange reason, Harry wished him a 'Good night' before departing to bed.

[The Next Day]

(Harry POV)

It was after lunch and I was in my room. Or what was supposed to be my room. I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was bored and I knew soon we would be leaving to one of the houses of his followers. My mind began to drift until I found it on Hermione and Ron. I wonder what they're doing right now? The meeting was next month on the second at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

I heard the door open, Voldemort wasn't one to knock. "Prepare to leave, we'll be gone till night fall. I expect your best behaviour and do please try to remember what I've taught you about being a Pureblood. If you do not, I will be most displeased." With that said, he left again. I hardly ever got to interact with anyone in the house and I was beginning to feel depressed and lonely. To make it worse, I was in the Wizarding world instead of the Muggle world. I sighed, deeply. While waiting for him to come back, I tried hard to remember everything.

Later he came in again, he'd changed clothes apparently because his robe was a different shade of black, with the Slytherin locket around his neck. The locket was fixed from what Ron and I'd done to before. At seeing me still in my clothes from this morning he swished his wand and my clothes changed to a suit. I looked at him, sitting up.

"Why do I have to wear a suit if you're not wearing one?" I didn't care much to impress his followers. In fact I wanted the opposite, impress Voldemort or the Death Eaters and you're definitely doing something wrong.

"I'm not the one who's being shown off as a reborn Pureblood. Besides, The Dark Lord will wear what he wants."

"The Dark Lord also speaks in third person. OW!" He'd hexed me before I could get a chance to laugh at my joke. "I was just trying to lighten the mood."

"I said behave. Disrespect is not behaving. Now get over here. We have to leave, and remember the Dark Lord rises from the table before anyone else." I got up, frowning, before walking over. "Pouting is not suitable for you Harry Potter." I am not pouting, you… he can read my thoughts. "It is one way to show you've lost the argument." I stopped, he was being annoying and he expected me to deal with it. He grabbed me and then I felt myself be compressed before we arrived at a gate. I didn't care to ask why we didn't Apparate into the house, it was nicer to knock to show your presence when entering someone's home.

"Just this once, you will enter this house by yourself. Let's see how much you remember. Remember the Malfoys are the Hosts for tonight but do not be submissive. Show respect, but not too much." I blinked at him, confused but turned around and walked toward the door, worried he might just hex me again.

I reached the door and Tom was no where in sight but I knew better than to think I could run. I turned back, and knocked on the door. Wasn't this where Dobby died? The door was opened by Lucius Malfoy. I refrained from flinching and spoke.

"Good evening Mr. Malfoy." His face twitched toward a smile but he replied, with stoicism.

"Good evening Mr. Potter. Please come inside." He moved and I walked inside. Now what? I saw a bowed house elf.

"Good evening sir. Please come this way, yes this way." He walked away and I followed him to a dining room where every seat was filled but three. "You sits here?" I smiled at the elf and sat down.

"Thank you." Some of the Death Eaters gave me a disdained look while Malfoy only smirked at me, mocking me. He was sitting right across from me. There were foot steps and I saw Lucius sit near the end of the table. When he was seated, the chair next to me moved, but after the voice of Tom spoke.

"I am pleased to see all of you have attended this meal." He sat down and chips appeared as the house elves, one to each of us, came and asked us what we wanted to drink. I told mine that I wanted tea. Since I'd be laughed at if I asked for a soda…

I picked up a chip and looked at it. It was just an ordinary chip, like tostitos chip. I spotted sauces. One was bright red, one was light brown. I raised my brow, curious and dipped the chip in the light brown sauce and took a bite, while more sauce appeared where I'd taken some. The chip tasted like it had beans on it. Must be bean sauce or mushed beans then. I took another bite of the chip. I finished it off before taking another one and looked at the bright red sauce.

/That is hot sauce Harry./ Voldemort whispered in my ear, in Parseltongue. I dipped and took a bite. That was cold. Then it began to burn, very spicy. Draco rose his brows at me before smirking at me, challenging me as he took his own chip and dipping it before he ate it. And it started. Draco vs Me: Eating Spicy Chips. Our drinks were brought and they asked us what we wanted to eat. I ordered and continued eating chips until I couldn't stand the heat and we both took a sip of drink before continuing.

When the food came was when our game was getting unbearable. I had drank three cups of tea by now and Draco had had two refills. He had just now finished his third too. I grabbed for another chip but Tom hexed my leg and it burned when I reached for the chip. I began on my meal and when it was half gone, I reached for another chip but the burning began again. I grabbed it anyway and I felt like my leg was on fire, silently yelping, I dropped it in surprise. The fire evaporated and it just burned again, Draco was smiling triumphantly. I glared and ate another one quickly, we were tied now but when we went to take another dipped chip, someone grabbed it and took it from us. I looked up, as did Draco, only to see Rudolphus Lestrange. He and Bellatrix were both giving Draco a dirty look, probably disappointed in his behaviour in front of Voldemort. Thinking of him, I looked at him through the corner of my eye and he was just staring at me while they took it before going back to his food. I followed suit with him.

After I finished my meal, and so was everyone else, the house elves came in and Disapparated the plates. They asked us for dessert and I ordered something and noticed that there was another bowl of hot sauce near us. I pointed it out to Draco and he grabbed a chip and we began anew until Voldemort looked up.

"Lestrange move the bowl." He looked pointedly at us, sneering at me. I coughed before the elves brought in the dessert, trying ignore Voldemort. Soon the dessert was gone and we were just sitting there. Voldemort was eating his slower than everyone before he himself finished his drink and sat for a minute. Then he stood and a few minutes later so did everyone else. I stood and Tom sent me and Draco off to look about the property.

So Draco and I walked together, he didn't say much. He preferred to be with his master than anything else. Instead he'd gotten me. Eventually he did begin to speak. "So Potter what does it feel like living with your own mortal enemy?"

"How does it feel to get punched in the face by Hermione?" He ignored me. I'm so tired of everyone ignoring me! Though I suppose since I'm surrounded by Death Eaters that was a good thing.

"Is it better than those filthy muggles you lived with before?" I glared at him, refusing to speak, trying not to hit him. "Are you just a trophy to be handed off to other people? First Dumbledore and then the Weasleys. Your life, I imagine, sucks and the only thing keeping you from killing yourself is because you can't find your wand- oh yeah the Dark Lord stole it from you." I lunged at him but he jumped back before running. I chased after him and he called that I was too slow to catch anything on foot, that I used my Firebolt to catch everything.

We ran through rooms until I finally caught up close enough with him before pouncing. I didn't have my wand, so I just started pummelling him. He tried to grab for his own wand and push me off with his other hand. We rolled over on the floor, into another room before Draco got his wand out I lifted my fist again, but before either of us could finish, we were both froze and then stunned. I lost consciousness.

To be honest, this chapter, the part where they were eating, came to me while I was at a restaurant.