Chapter 1

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Voldemort:

The night I went to the potters house.

The night my life was wrecked.

My life was ruined once. That's one time to many. The people who passed by my hands. The people I loved. So much for protecting them.

That potter boy. I didn't want anyone to get hurt, not even him. But protecting people when they fear you is not very easy. I was trying to get the potters to see I am not some monster. But they screamed. I tried to speak before a flash of green light flied past my head. The next thing I knew James was lying lifeless by my side. I knew Lilly and her son Harry were in danger. I ran to help them then another green light hit Lilly. She whispered some words to Harry before she passed. Another light flew to harry. But he didn't fall, I did. Somehow the spell bounced off Harry and hit me, leaving him with a scar and me with just half a life.

Who sent that spell, I don't know. But there trying to frame me. They want my life to be a misery. I look around all the time but they are never there. But they must always be there to do the things they do. To see the things I see. Whoever they are, whatever they do, I will never give into them. What's how I still have half a life, by never giving in.

The next time I saw Harry was when he was in the woods. I ran to him, tying to tell him what happened that awful night. Then that horse thing got in the way and nearly made me lose the other half of my life.

Naturally I ran.

Harry Potter:

When I got told the black figure I saw in the forest was the person that killed my parents, I was so angry my face may as well have been painted red! The questions that are going through my head right now. Who on earth does 'he who must not be named' (I might as well say voldemort) think he is? Why does he do these things? Was it just power that sent him crazy?

Anyway what ever the reason he has for doing what he did to my parents, he is not going to get away with it. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has lost someone by his hands and would like him to pay for it.

Where ever he is, what ever he's doing, I am going to find him and no-one is going to stop me!

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