A/N: I wrote this for an English project. This is just a short thing to get you interested. Review and tell me if you want more! If you do want more, I will start from book 1 and work my way up.

July 28, 1997

Journal Entry

Harry Potter has eluded my grip once again.

I can't say it was unexpected. He always manages to find some way to wriggle out of impossible situations, at the expense of other people's lives and pain. This time, he has been put under immense protection, so as to keep him out of my grasp.

Every time I have tried to kill Harry Potter, I have failed. I needed to know why. I confronted the wandmaker Ollivander. After torturing him, he told me our wands' cores came from the same phoenix: the wands were brothers. I could not kill him with my own wand. I took Lucius's, and was sure I would be able to kill him when the time came.

Severus Snape is no doubt our best spy. He had received plausible information that the boy would be moved before he turned seventeen. Of course, the Order of the Phoenix would find it wise to move him before the charm breaks and he is entirely vulnerable. Unfortunately for us, Severus did not seem to be aware that the Order had a more complicated plan; there would be not one, but seven Harry Potters travelling the skies on the evening of the 27th.

When I arrived to finish the boy myself with Lucius' wand, my followers were stationed around the house, wands at the ready for anything they might send at us. However, when they took off, I could immediately see their plan to confuse me. But the boy would reveal himself soon, as he always seems to do, the innocent fool.

I went first for the Auror Moody and his passenger, presuming that Potter would be with the highest protection. However, when I reached them, his companion 'Potter' disapparated. I disposed of Moody, knowing full well Potter could not disapparate while under the Trace.

I next went for Shacklebolt. He put up a fight, and just as I was about to kill him, I finally received word that the Potter riding with the half-breed Hagrid had used Expelliarmus. I knew immediately this was the real Potter, who had indeed revealed himself as I had predicted.

I went after them. I raised Lucius' wand and prepared to kill my nemesis. But then, Potter shot strange gold flames at me that I had never seen before, and the wand crumbled under my fingers. I called to Sewlyn for his wand, feeling an aura of frustration, for I knew that once again Harry Potter would slip away. And indeed, as I seized the wand, Potter vanished under what was obviously the protection at the safe house. It was over. I had failed, once again, to kill Harry Potter.

Rage like anything flooded my body. I flew back to the Malfoys' place, wanting only to immerse myself in solitude and my own failure. Instead, I found myself striding to the cellar to confront Ollivander, my anger still coursing through my body. 'You told me the problem would be solved by using another's wand!' I screamed.

'No! No! I beg you, I beg you. . . .' he pleaded.

'You lied to Lord Voldemort, Ollivander!' I screamed, enraged with him.

'I did not. . . . I swear I did not. . . .'

'You sought to help Potter, to help him escape me!' He would have, he was on his side.

'I swear I did not. . . . I believed a different wand would work. . . .'

'Explain, then, what happened. Lucius's wand is destroyed!'

'I cannot understand. . . . The connection . . . exists only . . . between your two wands. . . .'

'Lies!' I shrieked.

'Please . . . I beg you. . . .'

I raised my wand mercilessly and tortured the old man. 'Please!' he begged. 'I know of another wand. They say it is most powerful. It is known as the Elder Wand, and is in the possession of Gregorovitch, the wandmaker. Please!'

I had gotten the information I needed. I left the cellar. I would research the wand and set off as soon as possible.

Lord Voldemort

Lord Voldemort

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