"I’m sure that’s what Potter believed, and likely passed on to you, but reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated," he said.  "That old coot you used to call a headmaster arrived in time to pull me off of Potter before I could kill him.  I was sent to Azkaban for a time, but I was among those of the Dark Lord’s servants who escaped three years ago."  He smirked at her.  "I spent some time traveling in Albania.  It’s where I met him, you know.  My master."