A/N: What can I say? Caffeine prevailed.
3, July 1995
Dear Diary,
It is the perfect plan. My wonderfully depraved mind has pulled together the most deviously perfect plan ever to be hatched by an Evil Genius.
Which is, of course, precisely what I am. Merlin, I am in awe of the sheer brilliance of it myself.
Fifteen years in the making, this was what my diabolical mind has come up with. It is exquisite in it's simplicity. I can't believe it never occurred to me before.
All I have to do is wait. Wait for Potter to come to me. I can hide, somewhere he would never, ever in a million years, expect me to be, and then I can leap from the shadows with a triumphant laugh and kill him on the spot.
Isn't it ingenious? There will be no trusting of incompetent lackeys, no living off of some foul horse, no giant snakes (Nagini doesn't count), and no extraneous body count to help that wretched boy get away. No, I have finally realized that when you want something done, you have to do it yourself.
Now then, where to hide? It must be close to his house in Surrey, but somewhere inconspicuous. Somewhere dark and hidden, where no one would think to look. . .
.. . . like in an alleyway. Maybe behind a dustbin. Yes! That's it! Voldemort, you old cad, you're not just an Evil Genius, you're an Evil Super Genius!
Must go for now. I believe Lucius wants to review torture protocol. More details later.
Love,
Voldie