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Sometimes he wondered if there was a reason for his existence, or if he was merely created to destroy. Was evil truly a choice, or was it fate? Death had always been his worst fear, but what living without a purpose was worse. He could never truly live with such fears in his mind, but yet he would not dare to let himself become mortal. How he despised himself, yet he despised the one who had made him beyond all else. Why had he been such a fool?
Only one choice remained. Lord Voldemort would have to kill the boy.
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