A/N: And here it is! I figured since I've been gone for so long, I might as well post two chapters in a day. Thank you all so much for reviewing the first chapter, I really appreciate it. Enjoy! (This is for all you guys!)

November 1st, 1981

Journal Entry

I really do hate that boy.

I don't know how this plan could have gone wrong. I had everything I needed; The Fidelius Charm was broken, and the three were entirely vulnerable. So what went wrong?

I suppose I had better start from the beginning.

Night had fallen by the time I got there. Small children were running around, stealing candy from adults, I supposed. I walked by them, feeling it unnecessary to kill any of them. I needed no more Horcruxes at the moment. I moved ahead.

Finally, I reached the house. Potter was sitting on the couch, playing with that infuriating boy, who may have been my downfall had I not come. The woman came in then, saying words I could not here. The man handed the boy over, throwing his wand on the couch.

The gate creaked slightly as I pushed it open. Nothing could stand in my way now, not while I was so close. I entered the house.

Potter came running in. 'Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!' The words amused me: How was he to 'hold me off' without a wand in his hand? I disposed of him easily, and went upstairs.

The girl was trying to keep me out by blocking the door. I cast the debris aside with a lazy flick of my wand. She dropped the baby into the crib and attempted to dissuade me from taking him. I had to do it, though Severus would not have wanted me to. She would not cooperate, so I killed her. I turned on the baby.

This little baby could have killed me? I think not. I raised my wand, ready to kill my only nemesis: and I broke.

How? How could this baby have destroyed my body? I am grateful for my Horcruxes, for if I had not made them, I may have died. I fled to Albania, where I knew no one could find me.

And here I sit, possessing the body of a small rabbit, trying to write in my journal. (It's rather harder than it seems, writing with a rabbit's paw.) And I grieve over the loss of my body, dignity, and life. What to do now? Should I sit here, doing nothing for myself? No. I must find something to do. I may be a shapeless mass, able only to possess animals, but I am still the mighty Lord Voldemort inside, and I will come back. Mark my words.

Harry Potter will die at my hands eventually. My followers will find me. I will not relent until the boy is dead. I will succeed.

Lord Voldemort

Lord Voldemort

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