When I was in school, I was a nobody. I wasn't the brightest, or the fastest flyer, so I hung around the boys who were, all the better to help me with my homework. In turn, I was their scaperat when they got in trouble, but that wasn't a meaningful purpose for my life. I did learn a lot of cool dark spells in detention with the Slytherins though.
But then I became somebody. A Death Eater came to my door and told me about the One True Way, gave me a cool tattoo, and I became a mindless minion of Lord Voldemort. Praise the Dark Lord! He taught me that if I didn't have ambition of my own that I could just do everything he told me to, and that would make me important. He even lets me do his laundry (just me, not even Bellatrix!) and lets me feed him when he's a horrible ugly evil baby. He depends on me!
My Master lets me eat all the venison I want, although I think it really tastes a bit like unicorn, too soft and fatty. He never pulls pranks on me either, and he taught me to successfully blow up muggles en masse. No one ever had the patience for that but him. They just laughed at me when I was stuck with whiskers and furry ears for a week. I'm a little jealous of Nagini though, who truly holds the key to his heart, snuggling up with him every night in his big bed. She tries to eat me on occasion. I hate that.
But the Dark Lord is my shepherd and I am his sheep, and I am well rewarded for my effort. I found him when he was bodiless and weak, and he rewarded me with a shiny silver hand that has to be very valuable. Well, I think it is, anyway. It's very sharp and pretty. I had to cut off my old one, but I have experience with these sorts of things, so it wasn't too bad. That's why he chose me as his right hand man.
I wish the Master would give me as much attention as he gives the Potter junior brat, though. I don't understand what's so great about that boy. Everyone used to whine that I was holding him wrong, and he'd bite my tail and even threw up in my face once. My friends all laughed at me, and I was so embarrassed. I'll never be laughed at again, even when Lucius spanks me at the meetings.
Sometimes I miss my family and my dead friends, but that look in Voldie-the Master's-eyes when he scowls at me and says, "Crucio," warms my heart and gives me shivers of joy. I never needed them anyway.