The Blood That Runs
My mother was stupid. She trusted a muggle. Loved a muggle. Married a muggle. Had a child with a muggle!
He betrayed her. My father. With his narrow mind. He betrayed me. He left us. To go his family, and he left us behind.
I remember.
I know from the womb. My mother, and I, betrayed. She cried, weeping and sobbing. I heard her grief.
Loving her was a problem. She… did things I cannot comprehend. She loved a muggle, for god's sak – for Merlin's sake! She was witch and she loved a muggle?! Why? I never understood, why...
But I was angry at him. My father… betrayed us. He, could not live. My mother, the witch, was far more superior than him. She was wonderous… with her magic. The magic that runs through our veins makes us superior. We are superior.
I am superior.
His blood was dirty, tainted! He did not deserve to live. He was meant to die. So I killed him. I still smile at the thought. I laugh…
The power rushing through me. The magic! The curse hitting them, my father… my family. To see their life force drained away… leaving an empty husk. The blood stopping in his veins. Frozen in death. His death!
He betrayed us, abandoned us. So he died.
He felt disgust and horror at magic, pure enlightenment pure… was his death.
Magic.
Mother would be proud of me. Her son… she would. I am her blood.
And he no longer exists.
I am superior.
The blood that runs… is hers…! I am pure. I am Voldemort. Heir to Slytherin. I am my mother's son.
I am…
Now.
I leave the Riddle's house. Proud and smirking. I am not his son. He was never my father. I am apart.
He is dead.
I am Pure. I am...
Laughing so hard, that... tears fall. I dig my finger nails in and blood mixes.
Pureblood! I am Pure.
Pure...
And them... the muggles, half blood and muggle lovers, disgraceful beasts, are meant for the same fate as the Riddles.
Because they are not Pure.
And I am.
I am Pure!