Thank you to Emerald Angel for the fantastic idea!
I am a man (Or am I not a man? I honestly don't know.) of many names.
You may know me as Lord Voldemort (HA! Caught you wincing!), You-Know-Who, the Dark Lord, or even Master (My personal favorite.). A select few know me by the name my Muggle father gave to me, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Ruddy bastard. It's not even a catchy name…
As you know, I was defeated by a baby named Harry Potter. Yes, a baby. Your eyes do not deceive you, though I wish they did. A baby! Not even a full-grown wizard, much less a witch! A /IbabyI! Do you understand how humiliating that is, to be rendered virtually powerless by a thumb-sucking tot?
Pointless question. I know you wouldn't.
I have tried to kill him several times, and (though I hate to admit it) have not succeeded. Once a year, every year since the day I was defeated. Like clockwork! Potter always manages to defeat me, again and again and again…It's a bit disheartening, if you know what I mean. But I am plotting. I am always plotting…
"Pettigrew! Fetch Nagini for me!" I ordered.
The short, balding man cringed. His watery blue eyes squinted, trying to pierce through the darkness. "Y-yes…yes Master…"
I like the dark, what can I say? It makes me feel safe, secure, protected. Yes, safe. Safe from that evil snot named Potter.
He returned momentarily with my snake.
"Well, what are you waiting for, rat? I need to feed…"
Something that sounded oddly like a laugh issued from my servant's mouth.
"You find that funny, Wormtail?"
"No," he responded immediately.
"Then why were you laughing?"
"You…" he broke off, chuckling. "You rhymed!"
I rolled my eyes. I do believe I've used the Unforgivables too many times on him. He's gone a bit batty. Let me put it this way, Pettigrew is not nearly as ignorant as most people think. He was actually quite smart several years ago, but my use of the Unforgivables on him have slowly destroyed his brain. I'm not too worried about it…Better to have a stupid servant than a smart one that'll stab you in the back, I always say…
I drank my fill of Nagini's milk, shivering as some strength returned to my body.
"What's your next plan to kill Potter?" Pettigrew asked in his shrill voice.
I flicked some dirt out from underneath my yellowing fingernails. "That has yet to be determined. All of my plans thus far have failed."
"You can say that again," the rat muttered.
"What was that?"
"N-nothing, Master."
"As I expected from you, my ignorant slave." I felt my eyes begin to close, and I did not resist the pull of sleep.
I was tired, and rest was necessary. I needed to sleep, to think about how to perfectly end Potter's life. And I needed my beauty sleep. One cannot be a convincingly evil villain when he has dark circles around his eyes, now can he?