I am immortal.

I have been gaining more and more power for ten years. I am almost in complete control. Soon enough, I will be able to put focus on taking over the Muggle world as well. I have created other Horcruxes to guarantee my immortality, only one short of my planned seven. The Order of the Phoenix group rebellion that Dumbledore has created to oppose me is scattered and broken.

Severus tells me that I must get an informant who is in the midst of the Order – a mole. Severus also tells me that of the members, a man named Peter Pettigrew is the most pliable. When I find Pettigrew, I find that this is correct. His will is very weak, and his fear very great, and I easily bend him to serve me. I try not to interact with him too much. While he does not have courage, he has a very large and vocal conscience, and I may dispose of him before he can be of use if I do not limit my time around the feeble man.

Within the year, I am very close to ultimate power. Even with the prophecy that my faithful servant Severus has relayed to me, it is something I know I will be able to avert. I know it because I know I am to succeed.

In fact, I've decided to use the murder of the boy who will supposedly be able to defeat me to create my seventh and last Horcrux.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.. and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survive .. the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

This fits only two children, Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter. As of right now, the only advantage they have is youth, but it is hardly worth considering when factoring in that they are only infants. The Longbottom boy, though the son of two Order members, may grow to be one of my own followers and a valuable asset. Harry Potter, also the son of two Order members, is not. The Potters are a pureblood line as old as my own family line, but the last one decided to fornicate and bond himself with a Mudblood to make the half-blood abomination. Severus has asked that I spare the Potter boy's mother, but this cannot be. All impurity must be destroyed, he knows this, and I will continue to carry out my goal.

The Order discovers that I am after the Potters and quickly puts them into hiding. Another year passes as I hunt them. Finally, they are put under a reliable Fidelius Charm. However, the Charm is only as dependable as the Secret Keeper. To my pleasure, Peter himself is the Secret Keeper for the Potters, and I finally confront them.

The father is there to meet me. I hear him before I even enter. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –"

James Potter stands before me as I burst in, wand out as I silently and immediately Disarm him. He only sets his jaw and clenches his fists. Like a true pureblood, he dies with honor, his back straight and proud. It is regrettable he turned into a blood-traitor.

I enter the room where I know the boy is, laughing gleefully as I see his mother protecting him. She stands in front of the crib he's in, in the line of fire. She pleads with me. "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"

"Stand aside, you silly girl," I demand of her, knowing she will not. This way I can manipulate Severus into believing I gave her a chance to flee and she didn't take it. "Stand aside now."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead –"

I sneer at the thought. As though I would trouble myself so much for only one Mudblood, and I see her face pale as she sees this in my face.

"Not Harry! Please…have mercy, have mercy…"

Mercy? I find myself laughing again as I murdered her, delighting in her screams before she falls as well. I step over her, not wishing to sully myself. I stare the infant in the face. Harry is not crying, nor wailing, nor whimpering. He only stares back, infant curiosity in his eyes. My lips curl into another sneer.

Harry…such a common name.

I point my wand straight at his forehead, sending the third Killing Curse in the Potter house.

Then the only thing I am conscious of is pain. Pain beyond pain. Nothing could have prepared me for it. I feel myself ripped from my body, and I feel almost nonexistent – less than spirit, than the meanest ghost, but I somehow become aware that I am still alive. I do not know how much time has passed when I possess a mouse and leave the house that I now see is destroyed. Apparently I still have a minimum amount of power.

But now I know that my Horcruxes work. The curse should have finished me, and it did not. Harry Potter may have some power that I do not know, but I will soon enough. I will come back to power, and fulfill the prophecy when I kill him. The fact that I am not destroyed…the fact is undeniable now. Unarguable. I will live forever.

I am immortal.