Voldemort talks about himself for what seems like ten years, but soon he gives up and teaches me how to make an Aging Potion, then dismisses me.

I sigh and drop onto the bed, then run to the dresser and tap a brick. It opens to a tiny box embedded in the wall. Inside is a book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

I always loved the Tale of the Three Brothers, but I'm not allowed to read. That's why I hid Beedle's stories. I've always wanted the three items given to the brothers by Death.

I consider sneaking off to Hogwarts. But I'm nine, and old Moldy Voldy is the Head. He'd send me back for sure. I scoop up the vial holding the Aging Potion. There's enough in there to make me an old lady!

So, I take a couple gulps. I look into the cracked mirror on the dresser. An eleven-year-old stares back at me.

I Disapparate, just the way Voldemort taught me. I'm at Diagon Alley before I can blink, and I don't Splinch myself.

Moldy Voldy, I'm coming to get you.