Part I: Voldemort

Fate? There is no such thing. If there was, all of humanity would be content to stand still as a supernatural force swept them to their far off destinations. No, there is no Fate, for if there was, no one would ever work for anything. There would be progress only if Fate wanted it. No personal preference, want, or desire would exist. Everything and everyone would be devoid of any original thought. There would be no ambition, no pride, no competition. Fate is an impossibility. If Fate existed would not prophecies be absolute? No matter what a mere human or majestic being such as myself did, we would be unable to escape that stupid collection of words. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies …! Never! It cannot happen. A mere baby, a Mudblood's spawn, destroy me, the greatest wizard who has ever lived? It is an impossibility, and so then, are prophecies. I make the choice to kill the brat. I will go and kill him tonight. I make the choice…But then what about choice? Do your choices shape your life completely? Does every little decision mark out your life's path? That is how it should be. But it is not. If it were so, I would have chosen a pureblood father, not the filthy Muggle who borne me. If it were so, I would have chosen to never live in that disgusting orphanage with all the other Muggle brats. I would never have chosen so many things. But choice does not rule all. Circumstance does. Circumstance. Your life, my life, was shaped by circumstances set upon by the choices of people around me, and myself. These choices were both good and bad. Mine, obviously, were all good. But those made by my weak and foolish mother were not and ultimately her wrong decision affected the near perfection that is me. Yes, near perfection. If my stupid mother had not mated with a worthless Muggle I could have been perfect. I could have been a pureblood; magical royalty, fit to rule over all. But that is where choice comes into play. I chose to rise above this imperfection, to create a being more powerful than any other so that there would be no doubt that I was master of all. I have but one weakness. It is not "the inability to understand love" as the Mudblood-lover Dumbledore says. I understand love perfectly. It is a useless thing which drives people to trust those who they should not and compels them to commit stupid acts of feigned heroism. My mother loved someone, and she ended up dead because of it. No, that is not my weakness. Circumstance is that unholy weakness that even I, Lord Voldemort, Master of Death, cannot overcome.


A/N: Thanks to BlindingPinkObsession for betaing and please R&R.