Flight from Death

By: Demonic Psycho

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything affiliated with Harry Potter and everything else belongs to me.

Death must indeed be a hell if the dead can see and feel and take measure of the forgetful faithlessness of their beloved.

– H Rider Haggard, Only a Dream

There is nothing worse than a slow, torturous death, full of agony, unless it is watching a friend of yours die painfully, slowly, knowing that you'll have the same death soon.

And there is nothing better than knowing you hold power over someone's life except for watching their face contort in pain, remembering every twist and scream as if it were a white-hot brand. The agony they're feeling, the blood they're spilling, the tears they're crying, and the screams that rip from their throats are more addictive than magic is. Then there's the silence of death, the last breath, and the satisfying realisation that you killed them is the ultimate thrill.

That fool Dumbledore, he knew nothing. Even I, the great Lord Voldemort, feared Death. It was irreversible. If I died, then nothing would bring me to life. Ghosts can't perform magic, no matter how much they longed to.

Everyone is afraid of me when the title I bestowed upon myself is flight from death. Ironic, isn't it? Was it the Spirit of Salazar that came upon his heir and decided his name, so he could purge the world of the filth and scum that was upon it?

And to add another twist of irony, I am a half-blood. Part of the scum. And I loathed them more for my impurity. If they hadn't been there, I would be pure.

But then what would my purpose be? We were meant to do something. Potter was an obstacle, like Dumbledore; Hagrid was a pawn; Muggles and Mudbloods more meaningless deaths.

Then I would be a meaningless murderer, just another terror the Higher Powers inflict upon the world.

Impurity and filth infest this world as badly as maggots infest the ones I kill.

And I must be the exterminator, the one who exorcises them. They are blinded with prejudice, oppressing us of the nobler sort.

Because of Mudbloods, we are making a peace that they'll break.

So we should break it first.

And get rid of them.

I am death.

Flee from me.