"Did you mean it, when you said I was twelve years old?" Draco said, trying to work out how best to tell his father that he was, extensively, ruined by his affiliation with the Dark Lord and, really, Voldemort had delighted in it. The humiliation of the Malfoys was practically amusing to him in the end. "And if so--if so what's happened? Beccause there is...so much that you don't know. So much that I wish I didn't have to tell you."