You all know the story J.K Rowling told us, but how much do you really know about Voldemort himself? In this story you get to see what Voldemort thought throughout the seven books in Harry Potter. Don't worry it won't be long enough to fill up seven books (or 8 movies). Enjoy! :D
I walked into the house. I hear the sound of people laughing just around the corner. I smiled to myself. This would be the last time they ever laughed or breathed for that matter. I quickly yet silently walked around the corner. As I stepped into the room the smiling faces, the laughter, everything happy left the house. There were three people in the room, a father, a mother, and a baby. None of them had wands with them. This is too easy, I thought to myself, who would be stuipid enough to leave there wand laying around? I corned the father and shouted "AVADA KADAVRA" at the top of my lungs. The father fell to the floor, limp. Screaming the mother grabbed her son and ran upstairs. By then the baby had noticed something was wrong and was crying loudly. The mother placed her son in his crib knowing I would be there in only a matter of seconds. When I got upstairs she stood in front of the small child's crib and begged me not to kill her son.
"Please not Harry. Kill me instead. Not Harry. Please please not Harry." She begged me. I decided to have mercy and allow her to die first so she wouldn't have to watch her son die. But only because she wasn't who I was truly mad at. She wasn't the one who had done the awful things. She wasn't the one who made me what I am today. But I wouldn't admit I had felt bad for her. I'd just say she was in the way. Not even she would know. Not even her beloved Harry.
"Get out of the way, you and your son will die either way!" I reminded her. She didn't care. At least now she wouldn't have to see what her dead son looks like." AVADA KADAVRA" I screached. I closed my eyes. Just because I murdered people diddn't mean I liked to watch them die. When I opened them the mother lay limp on the floor.
I looked down at the baby boy who was still crying. "AVADA KADAVRA" I called out for the third time today, but this time it was different. His victim didn't die, but my own vision was fading. The last thing I saw was the baby boy undamaged exepet for the lightning shped scar on his forhead. The last thing I thought was what I had forgotten, love.
How did you like it? Sorry it was so short. Not all the chapters will be. In the next chapter you see what the awful things Voldemort talks about our. Please review.
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