"Voldemort... taught me... himself. I guess you could say I had the best teacher," he said, scoffing. He looked away from her, staring ahead with unseeing eyes, lost in memories. "Aunt Bella was also quite fond of learning my deepest darkest secrets." He laughed darkly, the sound making Hermione shiver. "They used all they found out against me until I had nothing but one thing left. My mother, my father – they were nothing but pawns in a game to break me, to mold me into Voldemort’s greatest weapon... It was either giving away my dearest secret and letting them destroy me with it, or learning how to use Occlumency so my mind wouldn’t betray me ever again."