It was supposed to be a simple night. Kill the Chosen One and her rebel family, that was it. That rat told me where they were hidden away, and they didn't even have any proper protection besides the cowardly Secret Keeper.
So why am I waking up in a crib in a blown apart nursery, stuck in the head of a crying toddler? How do I get out of here? Wait… is that Snape? That traitor! Weeping over the corpse of that despicable mudblood!
"Move you disgusting cretin!" He shouted at the silently weeping toddler. "You imbecilic half breed! Let me out!"
Snape had already left, hardly sparing a glance at the toddler, and the puddle of clothes in front of the crib. A loud motor could be heard rumbling in the air. The house shook as a man stomped through the house, calling out for survivors.
"James? Lily? Where are yo- James! No- where's the little bambi?"
He pushed aside the broken door away from the doorway, bursting into the nursery, "Bambi!"
"Pafoo!"
'Pafoo' kneeled in front of the crib, reaching through the bars for Wisteria. "It'll be fine Ria, i'll find the rat that did this and make him pay. I'll be with you soon. Help should be here soon."
He left Wisteria behind.
"It's alright little one. You just need to let go, everything will be fine." He promised the little girl, but he kept pulling. He wouldn't leave her alone. The more in pain she was, the more in control he was.
He was a parasite.
That useless horse woman tried to stop him, but she was slipping. He was regaining his strength, throwing the girl into corners, fireplaces, stabbing herself with forks, scratching at her face. He even took one of her eyes.
I need more, but they locked us away in this asylum. I promised myself that this would never happen again. These weak muggles don't know how weak and stupid they truly are. They should have just fallen under my control, with all their 'freedom' they spend it subjugating others.
He knew that his way of thinking could be viewed as warped, but the ends justify the means. He knew his limits, what not to do. Magic would finally, truly, be free. Witches and wizards wouldn't have to cower behind wards, afraid of the lowly pigs that populate this world. That old buffoon should have left it well enough alone. The parasite thought that he of all would understand the need for true freedom. He planned with Grindlewald, his own father knew the dangers of muggles- what they did to poor Ariana.
But when he looked at the parasite- at Tom Riddle- all he saw was a poor, lonely orphan boy. A thief, a bully, Dumbledore thought he was a lost muggleborn. But he found his family, his lineage. Both sides were disappointments- inbred squibs and arrogant, willfully ignorant pissants.
This world needed to be cleansed.
