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The End

It all began tumbling in one fell swoop, decades of planning and sacrifices all slowly crumbled after a single nights mistake. It was the beginning of the end.

It all began crumbling on the 31st of October, 1981. It was my own complacency which ultimately allowed the pebble to cause the avalanche A pebble that went by the name Harry Potter.

It was a message more then anything, on a grander scale it wouldn't have mattered but I was no fool- the word was made of messages. I killed the parents first but when I laid out the killing curse, it deflected- the woman had used blood magic as a final protection.

I near killed myself with my own magic that night, it was a humiliation.

It seemed all for naught that I had been reduced to only a parasite to fester on the back of a humbled follower. And when I was beginning to regain some form of my past power I was all but vanquished once again by the boy; the one they now called 'the-boy-that-lived'.

I had laughed when I first heard the little. How could they gift him as so when they feared the very whisper of my chosen name? That's what made him different, he would say it and those that surrounded him and those that followed him. The world was built on symbols.

I felt it when the first of my horocruxes was destroyed and found myself not surprised in the slightest when the whisper of my own soul sent me it's last image the angered face of Harry Potter. It was him as it would always be it seemed.

I could call apon the anguished scream of the child, who I denied ever thinking of as a rival or worthy to fight, as he fell to his knees in front of the nameless Ravenclaw. It was the night my decent into oblivion ceased and I returned to reassemble the pieces of my broken empire.

It was then I began working my way into the young 'hero's mind. It proved useful in many ways, Dumbledoor had always been naive- maybe it was simply arrogance? I never did care.

I didn't care for the uproar of the wizarding world, I did ... anticipate my meetings with the child.

Perhaps it was I that was arrogant, in the end it dose not matter.

Maybe immortality truly is unattainable.

My empire lies ruined, oblivion tears at my vision, the ghosts of the dead are pulling me downwards into water waits.

I wonder what the boy will do with that power.

As now for sure he will always be 'The-boy-that-lived'. Somehow it is something that I wanted to see.

I don't even know.

(Don't hurt me)