A/N: So each chapter is some way involved with a character who has died in the Harry Potter series. This one is a short little drabble that may someday be longer.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling (if I was, this wouldn't be a fanfiction) and I do not own any of the characters.
Voldemort:
I always knew I was special. During my tedious years in the orphanage, I always sensed that I was somehow different to the other children there. And I was. For I was a wizard, and not just any wizard, but a descendant of one of the greatest wizards of all time: Salazar Slytherin. How joyful and elated I was, when I first met Dumbledore, when he brought me what was ultimately confirmation of my greatness. When we first met, he warned me of what would be tolerated during my magical schooling, but I took little heed of his words. I knew that one day, I would become a better and more powerful wizard then he could ever hope to be. But I also knew that he meant what he said, and I took care of my actions around him.
So many years I had labored, to have it all broken by a baby boy. So hard I had worked, to have it all brought down.