Impure

Okay, I've been debating on whether or not I should post a story for a while now and I've just gotten up the courage to do so. This is the first fanfiction I've ever posted, and really one of the only stories I've ever posted for the public, so I'm a little nervous. I'm not that great of a writer but I enjoy doing it. I like constructive criticism, but please try not to be too mean.

I've always wondered what villains are thinking and so I decided to write about what Voldemort may have been thinking at different points throughout the books.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling, so all credit goes to her. Also, if someone has already done a story that is similar to this, I am not trying to copy. It's just something that popped into my brain.

Voldemort looked around at his loyal Death Eaters. They were good servants and would help him cleanse the world of Muggles and Mudbloods. If only the rest of the world would understand. Not that it mattered if they liked him or not. He would just kill anyone in his way. Still, he would've preferred to not spill any pure blood.

The world however, did not understand. They did not understand that he was just helping everyone. They thought him a villain, an evil person. They feared him. Voldemort enjoyed the fear that he saw in people's eyes when they saw him, but he did not feel as if he was doing anything wrong. He was killing those who didn't deserve magic. Weeding out the weak. The pure wizards should have the Muggles under their control.

He deserved to be worshipped and respected, not loathed. Potter was the one who everyone should hate. He was the one who was doing something wrong. Fighting for Mudbloods! He was a Muggle loving fool just like Dumbledore.

No one understood what was good for them. That was why he had to hide in the shadows like a coward. That was why he was killing Purebloods.

He would have to fix the world on his own.

Potter's body hit the ground and Voldemort allowed himself a small smile. Potter was dead. Control of the world was within his grasp. He could see it now. A world where Mudbloods and Muggles were either servants, or dead. His loyal followers would serve him, the ruler of the world. Everyone would respect him. Everything would be the way it should be.

As Potter's death was confirmed, Voldemort grew more triumphant. He had done it. He was fixing the world.

Voldemort watched Potter as he got up, obviously alive. His mind was reeling. He couldn't process what was going on. Potter had been dead! He had won! It took him a minute to understand. He had been tricked!

Potter was alive. It was true. He couldn't be killed. There was no chance Voldemort was going to win. As long as Potter was around, he would always be beaten.

Voldemort's carefully constructed plan was crumbling before him. The world would always be impure…dirty. He couldn't cleanse it. Maybe it didn't want to be pure. Maybe the world wanted to be dirty, for no matter how hard he tried, he always failed.

Okay, this actually went in a totally different direction then I had originally planned. The whole message is completely different than I had intended it to be. I guess it turned out okay though. Not my best…

Thanks for reading!

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