(Voldemort POV)

Sometimes I really wanted to kill Harry. At such times, I would find a different way to punish him. The only problem with this is his temper, almost as bad as my own. The time out seemed to work, as did the spanking. Cursing him also seemed to work but his Gryffindor side only fueled him with passion to overcome me. I still as of yet to teach Harry how to be a Slytherin. If he did not learn, he would be trampled by the other Slytherins. Something I will not have. Sirius Black has proved you can turn a snake into a lion. Why not a lion into a snake?

I was waiting in my chair for the Death Eaters to arrive. Harry was sitting in one of a miniature size of my own. Once we'd left the castle on foot, I had placed Harry in a bubble, just like Nagini's. I had used unsupported flight to tease Harry as he quickly floated along beside me. He had been impressed.

I heard a sound and looked up to see Harry had stood and was now walking around, inspecting everything in the room. I had absentmindedly placed my arm on the arm rest and used my palm to hold my head up. I righted my position just as I saw Harry reaching his hand out at an object hanging from the wall.

"Harry, you would do well to remember we are in the house of a Death Eater and thus not everything can be trusted. Every one of them have at least a few Dark objects around their house." He quickly snatched his hand away as he began to walk back to his chair.

I was beginning to get impatient when I heard Fenrir howl. Harry jumped, looking around. I found myself a perfect chance to look caring. "Something wrong Harry?" I asked, concern in my voice. Enough to be believable by this boy anyway. He ignored me but quickly put himself in his chair, refusing to look at me. I smiled. "It was just Greyback." Fear and anger this time.

"Greyback?" Finally he speaks. I pulled a quick legilimens on him. So his father's friend was bitten by Greyback. Then his mind drifted to Black and quickly to Bella, more anger in his eyes. Bella killed Sirius. I remember. I heard the door open before six of my followers came in. They entered just like the Malfoys did. Bowing. Harry looked at them. I needed to shift my attention to them as well.

"Master! We did it! We caught some of the Order!" Bella screeched with joy, beaming at me.

"They are at Malfoy Manor in the dungeon, awaiting your orders, My Lord." Greyback bowed lowly. The others just staid bowed before us. Walden Macnair, Antonin Dolohov, Alecto Carrow, Kevin Yaxley, and Thorfinn Rowle.

"Who did you catch?" It must be at least one important member or Bella would not be so excited, or if it was excitement at possibly pleasing me maybe I should correct her.

"Fleur Delacour, Augusta Longbottom, Bill Weasley, Mundungus Fletcher, and Sturgis Podmore." I smiled.

"You do realize catching Sturgis Podmore is an easy task. He was in Azkaban." Her smile faltered and her eyes flicked to Macnair. "With that type of excitement, I had thought you caught Andromeda, Nymphadora, or more importantly Kingsley. Your sister would have done nicely. I have an important matter that needs doing before you have ended their lives."

"What is it My Lord?"

"Bella, tell me, do you recall what Garrick does for work?"

"The wand maker, My Lord?" She was confused but it did not show in her voice, only thoughts and eyes.

"Mm. Yes. I want him found, nursed back to health, and reunited with his work shop. He is a maker of wands, we need him for our possible future Death Eaters. Just convince him to dispel any dislike of any materials. As well as an Apprentice. He will not live forever. A wand is powerful. Am I clear on not killing him or his family?" They bowed their heads.

"Yes, My Lord."

"Word of advice. If you wish to have fun, draw suggestions and then play a wheel of misfortune with the prisoners. That should be quite fun. Too bad I shall have to miss out." I turned around and sat back in my chair, looking at Harry's face. He seemed distraught at the news. He was glaring fiercely at Bella. I looked back at them. "You are dismissed." They turned around, Bella laughing, and they left.

I suppose this information would be upsetting to Harry. Why should it not be? He has just been told one of his blood traitor friends has been captured. I looked at him, ready to warn him of the consequences if he tried anything stupid and Gryffindorish.

"Harry, do not get any ideas. If you are caught trying to free them, they will not take kindly to you. They already believe yourself to be a blood traitor." His face said all I needed to know. He was confused and angry.

"How am I a blood traitor?"

"There are three senses of the word. I see you take no anger to this piece of information. Are you okay with this?"

"Of course! If the Weasleys are considered blood traitors, then it must be a good thing." I sneered at him. Salazar help me with this boy.

"Harry, to be a blood traitor is a bad thing. You are a smear on the term wizard, if called one. It means you have no wizard pride."

"Dumbledore was a supposed blood traitor. He was a great and respected man."

"He was the best of them all. However, another thing he kept from you, he started out with the same ideals. He could have been a great wizard. Had he left his morals behind, he would have succeeded. It was his morals and family got in his way, after all. He felt guilty because he killed his own sister."

"What?! He would never-"

"Very well. If that is what you believe, let us go find Aberforth. He will agree with me that Albus killed his sister. I believe her name was Ariana Dumbledore." I stood, grabbing a bowl for the memory.

"He's told me that story already."

"Tell me, Harry, how did you come across the knowledge that I had created Horcruxs? There is no way Dumbledore would know. He could only hypothesis about what I had done, what I had been doing."

"Slughorn." Of course… Slughorn had been there for Harry's Sixth Year. Dumbledore must have gotten Horace to confess, in an undignified way no doubt. He always did those types of things, Dumbledore.

"You shall have no trouble looking into his memory and telling if it is fake or real then, shall you?"

"I'm not going to let you attack Aberforth for a stupid memory." Stupid child. There was no reason to attack him. "How am I considered a blood traitor?" Changing the subject. He thinks he can manipulate me? Perhaps he is curious? Or maybe he is trying to buy time. I cast another legilimens. Curiosity. He was curious and trying to stall. I smiled.

"Then you believe me. The Dark Lord does not need to prove anything. You are considered a strong blood traitor. I say strong when in reality it makes you weak, and vulnerable. You are associated with Muggles, as to say you actually like them… however your feelings for the Durselys say otherwise. Them you hate with a passion." I can go on about them later, back to the subject. "You refute the Pureblood way. Not to mention that you openly interact with Mudbloods and blood traitors. Take notice that you have one of each for best friends. Horrible thing to do, Harry. I will not force you to end the friendships with them. I do say you need Draco as a best friend as well as Blaise, or another proper Pureblood of your choice, to counter the filth you keep company with." I put the bowl down, we were not to be visiting him after all. "Harry, if you have not noticed, Severus will be returning to us in three days now. I should rather think you would be concerned of that. Now let us try the spell again."