Aaah, what a poor boy. He is born from a blood traitor and a filthy Mudblood. Obviously I knew how he would turn out. Of course, I wouldn't have been after him in the first place if it wasn't for dear Severus. Who knew listening to the prophecy from an insane, rejected Seer would cause thirteen years of misfortune?

After hearing that I needed to kill the boy, I headed to Godric's Hallow. The few wizards who saw me? Well- hehehe. The rest of the village would find their bodies in the morning. I opened the door and heard the blood traitor yell to his wife "Lily! It's him! Take Harry and run! I'll hold him off!"

What a useless attempt. I killed the fool with a flick of my wand. I went to the child, Harry, and started to advance on him. The mother, the Mudblood, stood in my way. Have mercy, she was screaming. "Take me!" Oh, but alas, of course she had to go. She could've stepped aside...but she shielded her son. Everything that stood in my way of immortality must be killed...goodbye, Lily Potter.

But then I tried to kill the boy...nothing, and I repeated this to my Death Eaters thirteen years later, nothing could have prepared me for this. Pain beyond pain. The stupid boy had unknowingly blocked my curse, and I had taken the full blast of it...but I was alive, waiting for my faithful servants to seek me.