There was a reason why he hated Harry Potter.
Every time he saw him, he remembered her gaze.
Every time he heard him speak, he remembered her voice.
Every time he looked at him with his mother's eyes, he would think of life his with Lily.
Every time the boy looked at him, he would imagine his own child. The child he could have had with her.
"Do not pity the dead, Harry.
Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.
The night when his soul flew up to the misty stars, was when he finally felt at peace.