"This would be easier with a pensieve." Draco sighed, rubbing his hand along his forehead trying to piece together where to begin. "As you know my Aunt Bellatrix is The Dark Lord's most loyal supporter. She happened to be playing house with him over the summer, the Lestrange manor has been a host to many horrors but never to.. Voldemort. Until now." He paused and looked at Hermione, pleading with her silently to not feel bad for him, to not show pity. She nodded and he continued. "I was taken there in the holidays by my aunt, at the Dark Lords" request." Draco told them all that had transpired over the summer, feeling no need to keep it between just himself and Theo any longer. He trusted the two women here, Luna included.