Barty drew himself up proudly. In this at least he didn't have to be ashamed. "I was a loyal follower of the Dark Lord," he said. "One of the youngest ever to be admitted to his ranks. There were others, but after our Master disappeared, those who weren't killed pleaded use of the Imperius Curse, or went crawling on their bellies to men like Dumbledore," he sneered at the thought of Snape, "for help. I alone of my generation was faithful, tried to find him... I was aiding the Lestranges in their efforts. We had captured a couple of Aurors, we did all we could to get information out of them, but they were useless, they knew nothing, and the other Aurors captured us as soon as we had broken them. My father sent us all to Azkaban... I regret only that I was unable to keep looking for my Master."