Absently he ripped the open bowtie from his neck. "I was 16 as you and all of England know. My father had told me the Dark Lord wanted to see me specifically and that was a great honor." He shook his head at the memory. "I was so excited to see how proud my father was of me; I didn’t ask any questions. I had never even seen Voldemort before. And then he stood there in this dark room, his snake right beside him, and suddenly I wasn’t so sure about all of this anymore."