A/N Okay, here's the nineteenth chapter. Enjoy!

"Hey, Tommy?" Millie called. Voldemort winced at his embarrassing nickname. He hated the name Tom, ever since his child years, since Tom is a very common name.

Voldemort was alway unique, lets say. He never had a need for friends, he never really liked anybody.

The only people in his entire life that he respected were Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter.

Sure, he wanted to kill both, and was planning on using Millie for it, but he had to hand it to them. Both had defeated him, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Voldemort, The Greatest Wizard of All Time. Voldemort, yes, was a murderer, a sinner, though he was not a dishonorable man. If someone put up a good fight, he always smiled to himself. It was always fun to have a challenge.

"Yes, girl?" He answered irritably. He was fiddling with potions and not looking at her.

"Well, uh, A, my name's Millie, not 'Girl," and B, why do you hate muggles so much?"

Voldemort stopped what he was doing. He knew the actual answer, somewhere deep, deep, deep, deep, deep in his heart, though he answered: "They are not as advanced and stupid."

"Yes, but they have cell phones, computers, pens, notebooks, TVs, iPods, DVDs, 3D movies and TVS,"

"What is that?" Voldemort asked, interrupting.

"What, a DVD?" Millie asked.

"No, a, a tree-D Moo-bie." Voldemort sounded out.

"A Three-D Movie is a movie that you can watch that makes things seem three-dimensional. Like, real. Not flat."

"Ah, yes. You mispronounced it, throwing me off."

Millie raised her eyebrows.

"So why do you really hate muggles?"

Voldemort felt as though he had fallen into his own Pensieve. The room he had been standing in disappeared and he was back at Professor Dumbledore's office. This was before he had become the Headmaster. Professor Dumbledore, after many years at Hogwarts, had decided to explain his childhood.

"Your mother, Merope, was a Squib, who is someone born into a wizarding family though they cannot perform magic. Your father was a Muggle, he was under a Love Potion, and he left your mother before you were born. You were named after him."

Voldemort was infuriated. He had, ever since he was informed that he was a wizard, believed that his mother was a muggle, and his father was a wizard.

If his mother was a witch, how could she have died? Obviously someone so powerful would be able to keep herself alive! He was certian Dumbledore was mistaken.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" He shouted. He had spent his entire life trying to be like his father, the father he had never known, having had made up a false sense of hope that his father was one of the most powerful wizards in the world. He was handsome, smart, and everybody loved him. The only reason he had left his wife was because she had shown weakness, and he couldn't love someone who was weak.

In reality, he was an idiot who couldn't stay with his wife even for his own child, an idiot muggle that had no idea the terrible world his son would have to live in, and not even caring whether he lived or died!

This must be what they're all like, Thought young Tom. They give up, they don't care, they are incapable of love.

And from then on, Voldemort had hated muggles, mudbloods, and he didn't care at all about anyone other than himself. He shouldn't have to waste his time with anyone else, anyway. They could be mudbloods, for all he knew. They could like muggles, they could be blood traitors.

"They're just not as advanced, is all."

Millie raised her eyebrow but said nothing.

Oooh, I made up Voldie's history! Please review if you like, or if there's anything you don't like that I could improve on. Thanks!