The dark Lord they say. 'Cruel', they whisper behind my back. 'He enjoys torturing people' they think.

Pain, fear, darkness. My so called followers are the embodiment of the rumors, rotten to the core. They didn't understand. They'll never be able to understand.

They think I'm obsessed with power and only deem worthy 'pure blooded' people. How wrong they are!

They think I want to destroy Harry Potter because of the prophecy, that he was born to defeat the 'Dark Lord'. What they don't know is that this so called 'Dark Lord' was born because of Harry Potter.

It was all a misunderstanding after another. The 'pure blooded' boy I was searching for was my son. The fools thought I saw only wizards and witches children worthy. They were so deep in their own prejudices and outdated ways; they didn't even see what and who I was searching for. They didn't even consider the fact that I'm a 'half-blood' myself. And if the parents are magical, that should mean 'pure blood', even if the mother was a 'mud blood'. She's still a witch, and an amazing one at that.

The tortures were necessary means to get information. For me at least. Once those imbeciles saw me, they started doing it for fun. And they wonder why I'm so scary and angry all the time. And after getting information from my 'victims', of course I had to cover my tracks, so she wouldn't find out. I knew she would run again if she found out. No need to say, after the first few occasions, my 'minions' took great pleasure in shredding others' lives and happiness.

I had to make a leash for them. I couldn't just let them go around the world like that. So I created a summoning curse. But branding them didn't make a difference, if anything it made them braver, doing more shameful acts and gang up on the innocents.

It was horrible, but I had only one thing in my mind. The woman I loved and had a precious little time with, and my unborn child that I wanted more than anything. Even if she didn't want to be with me, there was no way I'd let her take my child. I'd let her leave, she didn't want me, and I accepted this, but not my child. My dear little son or daughter.

But despite all my efforts, I couldn't get close enough to her, or track her fast enough. I needed more help. And I knew where to find it. The 'dark creatures' as the mongrels in the ministry called them are incredible people with powerful abilities. There were sadly a lot of them that joined the 'army' out of vengeance and or to appease their black heart, but I got the thing I wanted.

I had trackers who could scent out anything in a ten mile radius, I had those who could act as shields, those who were incredibly fast, had multiple times better hearing than us, and of course muscle among many more things. I would never understand why the ministry wanted to oppress those that had the power and the means to destroy them. And they were doing quite a remarkable job at it while I wasn't even looking their way.

I finally found them! Two long years after I found out about her. And the most disgusting thing bought them to me, betraying their trust and making my stomach flip just by looking at him.

My only problem now was the crowd that swelled and got out of hand – not that I was ever able to, or wanted to control them. I knew once I was out of the Potters' house it would be playtime for them. They would draw out the family's end to make them as miserable as they can before even thinking of letting them die.

I didn't want to kill them. But I made up my mind, promising myself to give them the easier way out. And once I was eye-to-eye with my son, I got lost. I had a son! A beautiful little guy with my hair and her eyes! He looked at me with those intelligent eyes of his, and I just wanted this whole thing to end, to take him home and not ever come out again. It couldn't be that easy.

My so-called followers got impatient and followed me inside. Just before I could move to take my son and apparate away, they saw me, and I knew I had to do something. Knowing that he was protected from me, I choose his over my life. After all I wouldn't die so easily, and these cowards scram the second they thought I've been defeated.

So I aimed my wand at him…