Hello. There are going to be a few words that I don't know how to spell in this chapter. (Like the title) Don't spell shame me please.

"So Draco, come sit down with me," Voldemort told him as he guided Draco to the dining room. They sat at different ends of the table, then Nagini slithered onto the table and made herself comfortable beside Voldemort.

"Do you know what happened earlier?" He asked. Draco swallowed and nodded.

"Yes my Lord, Potter and his friends were captured and brought back here. When Aunt Bella-er I mean Bellartrix, sorry my lord,"

"It is okay, Draco. You may continue the story."

"Well, when Bellartrix took the mudblood to get information out of her, potter and his Weasel friend came in and started a duel. It turned into a huge duel, resulting in everyone but me getting killed. Then Kate Scorenger killed Potter, and his friends escaped. I apologize, my lord." Draco told him, lying at a few crucial parts of his story.

Voldemort hummed. "Your mother and father died?"

"Yes, my lord." Draco told him.

"What do you do with the bodies?" He asked.

"I put all of them in the forest, like you told us to when someone dies. They are not worthy. I kept my mother and father though...I wanted to bury them, only if that's okay with you, my lord," Draco added quickly.

Voldemort nodded. "Yes yes, of course. They were of great service to me. They were worthy. They deserve to be buried, unlike those morons in the forest who died stupidly. I will allow them to be buried."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Now, do you know anything about potter being alive? Is it a possibility?" Voldemort asked.

"N-no my lord, I do not believe he is alive." Draco told him. "He looked pretty dead to me."

"Where is his body?" Voldemort asked. Draco stayed silent. "Did he get away?"

When Draco didn't talk, Voldemort sighed and leaned back in his seat. He wasn't going to take out his anger on the kid just yet.

"You know Draco, why were you asked to be a death eater?" Voldemort asked.

"Father said I would be of great service to you. He said I could help with getting in to Hogwarts," Draco replied.

"Yes, now Draco, We are not the bad guys. We believe that the world should only consist of pure blood. That is not a crime, is it?" Voldemort asked.

Draco shook his head. "No, my lord."

"Yes, Draco," Voldemort looked Draco in the eye.

"What is it like growing up as a slytherin? You are mocked throughout every year of you education for being in the 'bad' house. The house no one wants to be in."

Voldemort pet Nagini. "We Slytherins are stereotyped, Draco. Everyone thinks of us as blood-sucking killing mashenes. We Slytherins go through seven years of everyone being afraid us. How did it feel to have everyone in the hallways run away from you when you walked through them?"

"Not good, my lord. It made me feel like I was not worthy of anything." Draco answered truthfully.

"Now Draco, you are worthy. You are a Slytherin, Draco. That does not mean you are going to kill everyone in the school because your eggs weren't coked right. It doesn't mean you're going to sacrifice a Hufflepuff to Satan. Believe me, I know what you're going through. You are not a screw up, or stupid, you deserve to live. You are very smart. You're fighting for what you believe in. For what's right. You should know when to make right choices." Voldemort told him.

Voldemort leaned back in his chair once again. "Now, can you tell me what really happened with Potter?"

"I've already told you, my lord." Draco told him.

"I do not believe you." Voldemort rose from his seat, pointing his wand at Draco. "Crucio."