Theo didn't move from his seat, but simply put his fingers in the basin and felt himself fall into the memory. At first it was the memory he'd seen before, but it changed, and then there was the Dark Lord, using the man as his tool for destruction. He watched the death of his daughter with distaste, and left the memory with an uncharacteristic shudder as his masks fell for a moment.
Closing his eyes he regained his sense of self and opened them to look at Snape. "It's the first time I've seen that spell in action," he said. "I heard father mention it but I was so young back then."
"That leaves the question on what to do next. To the man in the dungeon and to Voldemort. I need to contact him soon."
He frowned, pondering if he should say what came next, but figuring that it didn't matter any more. Standing up he paced over to the fireplace. "My daughter was contrary to what people think not an assistant," he said. "She was an Unspeakable, and as I'm sure you could see her reaction to events differed quite a bit from Voldemort's version of events and the truth."
"How does it change matters that he knows the names of those who are Unspeakables? He must have realised that he's made a mistake with the memory."