The torrential downpour pounding on his bedroom window did nothing to dampen his spirits.
Now was his chance.
News had finally reached this distant wizarding community. Voldemort was dead. That Potter, Harry Potter had actually succeeded, to the amazement of those all around the world.
Now was his chance.
With Voldemort gone there was no threat, no reason not to pursue the plan he had in place for years. He knew he could succeed where others had failed. He knew it was his destiny to rule, to be the one to help wizards rise above the muggles. How could it be that such a weak race of humans could dominate the planet, while his people were forced to hide, and punished when practicing the extent of their power? He could see how easy it would be to rule, to enslave that inferior race, despite those idiotic enough to protect them, even support them, handing them rights that their inferior blood failed to earn.
Of course, he wasn't the first one to think this. In fact, he could name several people who thought the same way on the subject, friends and family. But all of them, other than him, were too cowardly to take action. They were too cowardly to take a stand. Sure others had attempted this in the past, Voldemort, Grindiwald. But they had failed where he would soon succeed. And he wouldn't make all the mistakes Voldemort had made, or the ones Grindiwald had made before him. He had his own plan to put wizards in their proper place as the ruler of all. He would rid government of those ludicrous muggle protection acts, and he would put wizards on top, right where they were meant to be.
And he would rule. He would make it past Grindiwald, past Voldemort and blind sight fools like Harry Potter and the Enforcers. Luckily Voldemort did do one thing right; He managed, surprisingly, to get rid of Dumbledore killed and out of the way. But this offered little comfort.
Since Dumbledore had been in a different country and on a different continent entirely, he posed significantly less a threat to him as he did to Voldemort.
Voldemort. That fool. That infantile, that inadequate predecessor! How had he managed to get as far as he got being all those things and worse? He always let his anger sway his actions and ruin what might have been a decent plan. Anger, it was anger was it not, that kept him from killing Harry Potter while he could after regaining his body? Anger and his need for the perfect revenge, that gave Harry the chance to fight while he could've easily been killed while he was tied to a tombstone?
The blundering fool! He would not allow the same foolishness from himself as that vile Voldemort! His plan would succeed. He would purify the Wizarding world. But first, the Americas. So many muggle lovers had hindered the Congress of Wizardry. They would be the first to go. And no one, not even that childish Harry Potter would stand in his way.