"Who did you bring, Draco? Wait... no," Voldemort said slowly, "Let me guess... it wouldn’t happen to be the young Harry Potter, would it?" Draco’s breath stopped for the briefest of moments, but it was all that was needed to confirm the man’s suspicions, "It is, isn’t it," he said softly, "Hello Harry," he greeted the air gently, his eyes flicking between Draco on the floor, and the air where Harry was stood invisible, "it’s not very polite to be invisible like this, Harry. Not very good manners," his red eyes flicked briefly to Draco, "Now that it has become clear that there is no bargain to be made with Draco here, I should like to strike a bargain with you instead," a slow grin spread across his face, and his eyes flashed with excitement. His wand arm straightened in Draco’s direction with purpose, "Your life, for his,"