AN: Ok, this was a project I had to do for English but I thought it was pretty cool so I uploaded it as a one-shot, so yeah, enjoy! I don't own Harry Potter.
Voldemort
I clutch my head in my hands as I peer intently at the table in front of me. Crumpled on it is a document, a diary entry, sent to another. On my table is one of the last letters to find its way between two of the most evil, most twisted sorcerers of all time. It is titled 'The Concept of Death Eaters' and two signatures snake poisonously at the bottom of the paper. Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindewald.
I hold the sheet with so much rage that my knuckles turn purple, then white, finally red with my blood. The fact that Dumbledore was in on the idea of making servants until death does not surprise me. He is the epitome of evil. Evil at its purity. He convinces his slimy students that he is a saint but plots death and demise as soon as their backs are turned. It's no shock that he was Slytherin upon his Hogwarts days; his core was structured around absolute darkness. Slytherin chose me because I had a dangerous curiosity, but not because I was pure evil. That's why Dumbledore had to die, as he would say; it was for the greater good.
When I was at school, it was my dangerous curiosity that was mistaken for evil and it led up to that day in Slughorn's office. I asked about horcruxes. This was not because I was seriously considering them; it was because I HAD like I said stumbled across them in a library book: a book written by Salazar Slytherin. But if you really believe that some overweight teacher could have supplied me with information that could convince me to split my soul, you're dead wrong. It was our 'other friend' Gellert Grindewald who pressured me, tortured me, burned into my head an evil I did not want to wield. His evil, in my head. He drove me past a point of no return to the point where I killed him. Or he killed himself. They are the same thing, united.
Even after this life, he refused to release me and I was forced to obey. He had me raise an army, attack a school and then left me to crumble on the courtyard floor. And now, I know that I will eternally be his servant in death; as I was in life.
The Real Four