a/n This is the third in this little… ah… what shall we call it, a series kind of thing? Well, anyway, someone suggested Voldemort's POV, and I thought that sounded kind of fun. This was kind of a challenge to write. It's harder than you'd think to write from the point of view of a very evil person. I did my best on this one, and I hope you like it.
POV #3--Voldemort
Sometimes I wonder why I mess with these fools. Fools like this weakling, Wormtail. Ah, but he does have his uses. Due to him, and to the stupidity of James Potter, I can kill them all. I do so love the sweet taste of victory.
Now, to Apperate, or to walk… I think I shall walk, and give myself more time to relish in the feeling of pre-victory. Soon, James, Lily, and their little bastard Harry will all be dead. I wonder. Shall I make them all suffer first? Perhaps I will torture them first… But why prolong the process when I want so badly for their lives to be extinguished with a mere curse? A curse brought about by their own stupidity?
How unfortunate for them that they did not to use Black for their Secret-Keeper. But ever so fortunate for me! Their deaths are brought about by their own faults! Use the weakling, he said! No one will ever suspect him! Ha! But poor Potter, so biased of werewolves. Thinking the traitor was Lupin. Ha! As though I would allow a werewolf to be a death eater. A mere animal is nowhere near worthy of the exceptionally great honor of holding the title of death eater.
Ah-ha! I approach the house. Victory is so near I can taste it. And I do so love the taste of victory. James Potter is looking out of his window in fear as he hears me approach. Ah, yes, Potter, try to escape from me. It cannot be done! I can hear him, yelling for his wife to run. Oh, James, don't you know that locking the door will not help you to hide from me? A simple charm will let me in, you know.
A simple curse, and he falls. I laugh, victorious once again, as he falls, dead, to the floor. I kick his body out of the way and walk through the house to the nursery, where Lily Potter hides with the boy. She has locked the door, as well. My, my, my, when will these Potters learn?
Once again, I burst through the door. She is inside, her back to me. She turns around, begging me not to kill her son, but to kill her instead. She begs me to show mercy. Mercy? I know nothing of mercy, woman! How foolish of you to waste your last moments alive, begging for mercy of a divine man who knows nothing of mercy. With my curse, she too falls dead to the floor.
All that is left is the wee baby boy. How cute. Big green eyes and a messy mop of black hair. Perhaps I shouldn't kill him; perhaps I should train him in the ways of evil… Make him my true heir…
What am I thinking? He is the spawn of James and Lily Potter! He will die and join his parents. I raise my wand for the strike, laughing again. I say the words of my curse…
What is happening? Why am I in so much pain? The woman! I killed her, and she protected her son in death!
But… I am not dead… Something must have gone right with my immortality spells… Even in defeat, I find victory. But mark my word, I will avenge the loss of my power. Harry Potter must die…
a/n Well, what'd you think? R/R, gimmie any and all criticism; I really like constructive criticism, it gives me something to work with. Thanks to Lucia Dreams for the idea for this POV, it was very interesting. Thanks!