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Chapter Nine: Kora

I tapped my wand against my leg. One week of this misery, I thought. And there is more seconds of torture to come, more minutes to endure, days, weeks, months.

I kept tapping my wand against my thigh as I stared at the fire, as if it were hypnotizing me.

For the two hundredth time this day, I remind myself why I am here. To avenge my father.

I sigh. It is the whole point of my existence. I remember the day I was turned into a human. The memory flooded my mind and seemed to take over. Like if I were living it again.
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I was just a helpless snake, looking for a meal of mice. I slithered around the open grass field until I started twitching.

I made little snake-like sounds if pain, then I heard laughter. The laughter continued as every part of my purple and black snake body turned into the one of a human girl. When those long, painful minutes were over, I trembled. I touched my hair, which had magically grown with my other new body parts. It resembled my old body. I looked at my other features. I started to weep, mourning my old body.

"Quit that weeping", a voice said. "I did not create a weakling, I created a leader, to succeed me!"

I looked up. I saw another human. Well, it did not look very human. It was completely bald, with its veins showing on its head. It had red, snake-like eyes and no nose. It had slits instead.

I could only speak snake at the time, so I asked my question in the language.

"Who are you", I asked.

The human just stood there for a moment. Then he replied. "I am Lord Voldemort".

"Why have you done this to me" I ask.

"You should be grateful", Lord Voldemort replied. "I, Lord Voldemort, have turned you human because if I ever cease to exist one day, the you must continue my work".

"What work"

"Of perfecting this world. Making it free of muggles. Only pure-bloods must walk on this earth. Understand?"

"I understand"

"I understand, father"

I looked at him as if he were insane. But I had to accept that he is my father now, even though I knew he was not.

"Yes father"

"Good", my father, Lord Voldemort, said.

From that moment, he began to teach me what I needed to know. First he taught me to speak English. Then he taught me spells. Alot of them. And the most important ones, The Unforgivable Curses. My favorite is the Cruciatus Curse. I just love to watch people suffer. I read alot too, to learn even more spells. My father took such good care of me, until he locked me up in my cell.

I sobbed uncontrollably.

"Why father", I managed to yell through the bars.

"Now that you have so much knowledge, it is dangerous for me to have you around",my father explained.

Without another word, he left. I never saw him again. I only got food from the magic tray and re-read some books I had in the cell. I heard that he was defeated . By a one-year old boy. Harry Potter. I remembered the purpose of my existence.

I must destroy him and finish what my father had started, I thought.
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I snap into reality when I feel something land in my lap. It was the black leather book. I pick it up. It flipped itself to a page that read FINISH THE BOOK. I realize that I haven't done that yet. I ran to my room for the book. I sat on the bed to continue where I left off. So far I haven't been mentioned. I find that rather stange.