He had looked at the thing that was Voldemort.
"Join me and my followers. We could do great things together," he'd told him. It sent a shiver down his spin.
"You mean you could do hideous things using me?" he'd asked.
Voldemort stepped forward, the gap between them closing. "No," he corrected. "There are things that need changing in this world, and you could help."
"No I can't." It wasn't even an option. He wasn't going to kill somebody because of an idea that he didn't even believe in. They were innocent. What had they done wrong? "No I won't."