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"
I
miscalculated
,
my
friends
,
I
admit
it
.
My
curse
was
deflected
by
the
woman
's
foolish
sacrifice
,
and
it
rebounded
upon
myself
.
Aaah
...
pain
beyond
pain
,
my
friends
;
nothing
could
have
prepared
me
for
it
.
I
was
ripped
from
my
body
,
I
was
less
than
spirit
,
less
than
the
meanest
ghost
...
but
still
,
I
was
alive
.
What
I
was
,
even
I
do
not
know
...
I
,
who
have
gone
further
than
anybody
along
the
path
that
leads
to
immortality
.
You
know
my
goal
-
to
conquer
death
.
And
now
,
I
was
tested
,
and
it
appeared
that
one
or
more
of
my
experiments
had
worked
...
for
I
had
not
been
killed
,
though
the
curse
should
have
done
it
.
Nevertheless
,
I
was
as
powerless
as
the
weakest
creature
alive
,
and
without
the
means
to
help
myself
...
for
I
had
no
body
,
and
every
spell
that
might
have
helped
me
required
the
use
of
a
wand
...
.
"
I
remember
only
forcing
myself
,
sleeplessly
,
endlessly
,
second
by
second
,
to
exist
...
.
I
settled
in
a
faraway
place
,
in
a
forest
,
and
I
waited
...
.
Surely
,
one
of
my
faithful
Death
Eaters
would
try
and
find
me
...
one
of
them
would
come
and
perform
the
magic
I
could
not
,
to
restore
me
to
a
body
...
,
but
I
waited
in
vain
...
.
"
The
shiver
ran
once
more
around
the
circle
of
listening
Death
Eaters
.
Voldemort
let
the
silence
spiral
horribly
before
continuing
.
"
Only
one
power
remained
to
me
.
I
could
possess
the
bodies
of
others
.
But
I
dared
not
go
where
other
humans
were
plentiful
,
for
I
knew
that
the
Aurors
were
still
abroad
and
searching
for
me
.
I
sometimes
inhabited
animals
-
snakes
,
of
course
,
being
my
preference
-
but
I
was
little
better
off
inside
them
than
as
pure
spirit
,
for
their
bodies
were
ill
adapted
to
perform
magic
...
and
my
possession
of
them
shortened
their
lives
;
none
of
them
lasted
long
...
.
"
Then
...
four
years
ago
...
the
means
for
my
return
seemed
assured
.
A
wizard
-
young
,
foolish
,
and
gullible
-
wandered
across
my
path
in
the
forest
I
had
made
my
home
.
Oh
,
he
seemed
the
very
chance
I
had
been
dreaming
of
...
for
he
was
a
teacher
at
Dumbledore
's
school
...
he
was
easy
to
bend
to
my
will
...
he
brought
me
back
to
this
country
,
and
after
a
while
,
I
took
possession
of
his
body
,
to
supervise
him
closely
as
he
carried
out
my
orders
.
But
my
plan
failed
.
I
did
not
manage
to
steal
the
Sorcerer
's
Stone
.
I
was
not
to
be
assured
immortal
life
.
I
was
thwarted
...
thwarted
,
once
again
,
by
Harry
Potter
...
.
"
Silence
once
more
;
nothing
was
stirring
,
not
even
the
leaves
on
the
yew
tree
.
The
Death
Eaters
were
quite
motionless
,
the
glittering
eyes
in
their
masks
fixed
upon
Voldemort
,
and
upon
Harry
.
"
The
servant
died
when
I
left
his
body
,
and
I
was
left
as
weak
as
ever
I
had
been
,
"
Voldemort
continued
.
"
I
returned
to
my
hiding
place
far
away
,
and
I
will
not
pretend
to
you
that
I
did
n't
then
fear
that
I
might
never
regain
my
powers
...
.
Yes
,
that
was
perhaps
my
darkest
hour
...
I
could
not
hope
that
I
would
be
sent
another
wizard
to
possess
...
and
I
had
given
up
hope
,
now
,
that
any
of
my
Death
Eaters
cared
what
had
become
of
me
...
.
"
