"I'm back, I -- my soul came back first and then the rest of me." He wasn't going to mention Barty, that could stay with him. This wasn't a visit to air all his secrets, he'd just wanted to see how things were. And they were clearly not great. "And he's not my lord." Not by a longshot. He sneered at the thought and looked away, eyeing up the room curiously.

"You could have cleaned. Mother would have gone spare if she saw this mess." She always had everything the way she liked it, right down to what socks her sons wore that day and where exactly the knives and forks sat. Everything was controlled. "Where's Kreacher?" He wanted to see he was alive and well, as Barty had promised.