(Harry POV)
I felt my stomach growl and decided to face Tom now. I slowly got up before gingerly, because I still hurt, walking downstairs to Voldemort reading a book… the same one from before except he was farther than he'd been when I last saw him with it. Which, with horror I couldn't remember how long ago that might have been. Today or yesterday. Maybe last week or longer. He closed the book before standing.
"Dinner will be ready in a minute, right Dory?" The house elf nodded vigorously.
"Yes Master, it will indeededly be ready in a minute. Todd is fix fixing it with the others. Dory would be helping Master, sir, but Master asked Dory to stay in-"
"That is enough Dory. Silence. A simple yes would have sufficed." Riddle said, smacking the house elf with the book. I glared at him, even if it was with dull anger.
"Hey! You can't do that! That's mean and unnecessary, she was just explaining why she was here." He looked at me.
"There are more than four things wrong with your reply, Harry. I know why she is here. I told her to be here." I just sighed before heading into a different room. "I did not dismiss you. Have you forgotten your punishment so soon?" I gulped, my answer was obviously NO!, and stomped back into the room before thinking twice and going in front of him without stomping. "I shall take that as a no. Good boy, Harry." He patted my head and I glared at him.
"So I can only leave your 'company' when 'dismissed'?"
"My Lord." I tried to understand before it hit me.
"I can only leave your 'company' when 'dismissed' my 'Lord'?" That felt wrong to say on so many levels. He narrowed his eyes a bit at all my sarcasm.
"Yes, I would have thought it obvious." He got up and, gestured for me to follow, walked into the dining room. He sat down on one side and I sat on the other. The table was a small rectangle and the safest place away from him was the opposite side. I felt pain when I sat and tried hard not to cringe. It was still so painful. I would have sighed and laid my head on the table but I knew, from Tom and the etiquette books, that was wrong.
The food arrived and we began to eat. I didn't feel right doing this with him. He had tried to kill me for so many years. He was my enemy. Nothing could change that. Sooner than I thought, the food was gone to be replaced by dessert which also was gone soon. Then we just sat for a while.
We sat there until I became bored, what the hell is he doing anyway? I looked up to see him staring at me. Just staring. I'd try a small conversation maybe then he'd stand and leave the table.
"Why does accidental magic happen?"
"Accidental magic happens when one has magic that has lied dormant up until that time which it activates and this power is new so it cannot be contained by the person wielding the magic, thus it makes things that would be unexplainable unless the parents themselves are magical. In which case it is the proudest moment of their lives to find that their kid can do magic after all. No one likes Squibs Harry. Or have you not noticed how everyone treats Argus Filch like trash, even the Weasley twins."
"That is not what the Weasley twins treat him like. They just like playing pranks."
"Yet they know that Filch is the one, the only one, who is forced, because he is paid to, to clean it up, or did you not notice either how he is also the main person there who gets angry at those pranks? Or how Filch is always complaining about not being able to use the old ways of discipline? Even though Dumbledore was alive back when the old ways were used?"
"He's not the only one who ever gets angry at pranks the students pull or the stunts they pull."
"Do any of the Professors clean up after the children?"... There was an answer here, I know there is. How do I reply? Because the answer I had was that they didn't, at least not that I knew of. "Not to mention he also has to deal with Peeves. I know who he is. Any wizard would be fine with cleaning because they have spells they can use. It would get annoying, but not to the point where they are obsessed with getting students, or ghosts, expelled. All his problems stem from one little fact, do you know what that is Harry?" I shook my head, sure he'd tell me anyway. "Because he is a Squib. And your precious Dumbledore knew about this, knew everything about this, did not care that it was happening. Say the Chamber for instance. Mrs. Norris? I have received all the details from our dear friend Professor Snape."
"You just want an excuse to make me not like Dumbledore, who you didn't even kill because you were so scared of him that you sent Draco to do the job for you!" He smiled.
"Who did not even do the job himself, Professor Snape did, did he not? Another fatal flaw in Dumbledore's plans. Dumbledore took the easy way out of life and left you all on your own." I glared at him.
"What do you know? Dumbledore is still better than you!"
"How so? He is dead, I am still alive."
"He's good and you're evil. The only reason you're still alive is because of your stupid horcruxes."
"There is no good and evil Harry, only power and those too weak to seek it. I sought it."
"You've already tried that back in my first year with Quirrell, remember? Didn't work then, isn't going to work now."
"I didn't say Dumbledore had no power. Oh, he had it alright. He just lost it to morality. Always get every detail before blindly rushing in to defend."
"Just because you can't comprehend love doesn't mean it doesn't exist." I ground my teeth, angry.
"Love. I comprehend completely, it is why you have that scar instead of being dead instead of your parents."
"Don't you dare-" He stood up and slammed his hands on the table in the next second. I flinched.
"What did I say about respect Harry? You are dismissed, go to your room." I glared at him before getting up, running to my room, and slamming the door behind me.