A/N: A little background information for starters, or you won't get the story. This was off of a challenge at Fiction Alley, by disturbedapple. She wanted to know if anyone could write a believable Voldermort-fic where: "Voldemort has to want to be redeemed, have killed Harry, fulfilling the prophesy, and Dumbledore, or somebody influential has to believe he wants to be redeemed, and let him live." I'm not really sure if I covered the whole challenge, or if I even made Voldie believable, but I tried. Rated PG- 13 for a bit of graphic description (or so I think, it's probably a PG), and in Voldermort's POV. Basically, Voldermort doesn't want to be redeemed, but he's going insane because he isn't. And now, enough of my talk.

Redemption. What I want. What I need.

Why? After the War, after fulfilling the prophesy, why do I want this? Why now, of all times, do I want this?

I have seen it all. Blood, burning flesh, and torture that is beyond imaginable. And I was put to blame for it all. Before, it did not bother me. In fact, it was what I lived for, to hear those anguished scream. But now. Now, every night, I lie awake, unable to sleep. Again and again, I hear the very same shrieks that once brought me pleasure. I see the same blood-splattered rooms. I smell the burning flesh that I had once mercilessly set ablaze. Things that once brought me pleasure now leave me with a once foreign feeling. Guilt. So much of it.

And, ringing in my ears are those last words that Harry Potter said to me before I killed him. He offered me one chance. One chance to change. One chance to redeem myself. I hesitated, only for a second, before killing him. But, his words continue to play over and over in my mind. And, slowly, I have begun to realize that I must have forgiveness. For the people I killed, for the Mudbloods and dirty Muggles, and Potter. I don't want it. But I can feel my sanity gradually slipping through my fingers.

And somehow, that fool, Dumbledore, knows. How he knows is a mystery. But I received a letter from him. He said that I can have what I want. He said that he would help me seek out the redemption that I need. That it isn't too late. But he does not know. For I only know the truth. And that is, no one can help me. The night Potter offered me redemption was my one chance. Now, I am left to suffer.

-Fin-