AN- Q: What was I thinking?
A: I wasn't.
Summery- Voldemort's thoughts on Dumbledore.
What it's like to fall By: Forest Bonevene POV- Voldemort
I see them and I laugh all those pathetic fools who think you are a hero. They joyously shout of all the lives you've saved, they fail to mention those you have destroyed. It is over, I know I am beat; I was defeated by your precious boy who lived. I knew I would be. Now you are standing in front of me, you know I am dying, but there is something else you want to know. You ask the questions to which you should already have an answer to, "Why? How could anyone be so loveless?" I remember my eleventh birthday when you came. You told me I was a wizard, and that I would go to a wizarding school. You showed me the wonders of Diagon alley, as we shopped for the things I would need for school, you even bought me ice cream. The way you smiled at me; I thought at last, after all those lonely years at the orphanage, someone who cares. I was a fool, a doomed fool. The instant the Sorting Hat shouted Slytherin, you ceased to care. My ambition, my desire to prove I was not as worthless as those at the orphanage said, that is what doomed me from the start. I had muggle blood in me. Do you know what it is like to be a mudblood in the Slytherin house? You pulled me out of one lonely world, just to put me in a far more lonely one. Worst of all you no longer cared. I saw you with the other houses, the way you loved them especially the muggleborns. I hated them; I hated them because you loved them more then you did me. I wanted power. I wanted to show them, I wanted to show you just what I could do. You knew I was sinking deeper into the dark arts, but I was a Slytherin therefore, I wasn't your responsibility. It wasn't any of your concern when my fellow housemates followed me down. It didn't concern you until I started harming the other three houses, then and only then did you think I needed to be stopped. I remember all of the Slytherins that followed me. Most if not all were good. They deserved everything, but you kept them from it. Because of something they could not control. The only way to be 100% sure not to be sorted into Slytherin is to have no desire to be anything. You felt we Slytherins deserved nothing just because we wanted to be something. You accuse me of corrupting Slytherins, but I didn't have to. You all but handed them to me gift-wrapped on a silver platter. They deserved the world; my only regret is that I could not get it for them. So many children lost. A few will survive like Severus, he won't become like the others, I must thank you for that. You never truly cared about him, you just wanted to use him to get to me. However in the end your lies are enough to spare his life, I hope. You owe him that, after all you and I took, after all he suffered for you. Allow him that, allow him to live. Don't feed him to the aurors like you will the others. They don't deserve it. They don't deserve the end you heroes will give them. You could have saved so many lives, if only you had bothered to pull me out. You could have saved me and in doing so, you would have saved the Potters, the Bones, and all those Slytherins who you will never remember. "Why? How could anyone be so loveless?" I whisper the answers with what I know will be my last words, "You didn't care enough to stop me. Forgive me for not knowing how to love, when no one ever showed me how."
AN-Oooookaaaay, I have officially gone crazy. I know the thoughts are scattered but give me some credit he is dying.
Summery- Voldemort's thoughts on Dumbledore.
What it's like to fall By: Forest Bonevene POV- Voldemort
I see them and I laugh all those pathetic fools who think you are a hero. They joyously shout of all the lives you've saved, they fail to mention those you have destroyed. It is over, I know I am beat; I was defeated by your precious boy who lived. I knew I would be. Now you are standing in front of me, you know I am dying, but there is something else you want to know. You ask the questions to which you should already have an answer to, "Why? How could anyone be so loveless?" I remember my eleventh birthday when you came. You told me I was a wizard, and that I would go to a wizarding school. You showed me the wonders of Diagon alley, as we shopped for the things I would need for school, you even bought me ice cream. The way you smiled at me; I thought at last, after all those lonely years at the orphanage, someone who cares. I was a fool, a doomed fool. The instant the Sorting Hat shouted Slytherin, you ceased to care. My ambition, my desire to prove I was not as worthless as those at the orphanage said, that is what doomed me from the start. I had muggle blood in me. Do you know what it is like to be a mudblood in the Slytherin house? You pulled me out of one lonely world, just to put me in a far more lonely one. Worst of all you no longer cared. I saw you with the other houses, the way you loved them especially the muggleborns. I hated them; I hated them because you loved them more then you did me. I wanted power. I wanted to show them, I wanted to show you just what I could do. You knew I was sinking deeper into the dark arts, but I was a Slytherin therefore, I wasn't your responsibility. It wasn't any of your concern when my fellow housemates followed me down. It didn't concern you until I started harming the other three houses, then and only then did you think I needed to be stopped. I remember all of the Slytherins that followed me. Most if not all were good. They deserved everything, but you kept them from it. Because of something they could not control. The only way to be 100% sure not to be sorted into Slytherin is to have no desire to be anything. You felt we Slytherins deserved nothing just because we wanted to be something. You accuse me of corrupting Slytherins, but I didn't have to. You all but handed them to me gift-wrapped on a silver platter. They deserved the world; my only regret is that I could not get it for them. So many children lost. A few will survive like Severus, he won't become like the others, I must thank you for that. You never truly cared about him, you just wanted to use him to get to me. However in the end your lies are enough to spare his life, I hope. You owe him that, after all you and I took, after all he suffered for you. Allow him that, allow him to live. Don't feed him to the aurors like you will the others. They don't deserve it. They don't deserve the end you heroes will give them. You could have saved so many lives, if only you had bothered to pull me out. You could have saved me and in doing so, you would have saved the Potters, the Bones, and all those Slytherins who you will never remember. "Why? How could anyone be so loveless?" I whisper the answers with what I know will be my last words, "You didn't care enough to stop me. Forgive me for not knowing how to love, when no one ever showed me how."
AN-Oooookaaaay, I have officially gone crazy. I know the thoughts are scattered but give me some credit he is dying.