A part of his, and honestly he didn't even know where that part came from, wanted to reach out to Ha- Potter, and hold him close. He seemed to remember holding him in tight, and being intimate with him. He shook his head, wanting to shake himself out of that. He raised his wand further, meeting Potter's gaze head on, ignoring the sound of hurt in his voice.<br/>"It can't come as a surprise to you, Potter. We were never friends before, and you know my family," he snapped, not really in the mood to discuss this. Did Potter really not know that he was a Death Eater? How could it come as a surprise to him after all of these years?<br/>"They did nothing to me that I didn't want them to do," he stated, but the words tasted sour in his mouth, almost as if he was lying. That made no sense though, because he was telling the truth.