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I
believe
that
it
was
then
that
he
dropped
the
name
forever
,
assumed
the
identity
of
Lord
Voldemort
,
and
began
his
investigations
into
his
previously
despised
mother
's
family
--
the
woman
whom
,
you
will
remember
,
he
had
thought
could
not
be
a
witch
if
she
had
succumbed
to
the
shameful
human
weakness
of
death
.
"
All
he
had
to
go
upon
was
the
single
name
'M
arvolo
,
'
which
he
knew
from
those
who
ran
the
orphanage
had
been
his
mother
's
father
's
name
.
Finally
,
after
painstaking
research
,
through
old
books
of
Wizarding
families
,
he
discovered
the
existence
of
Slytherin
's
surviving
line
.
In
the
summer
of
his
sixteenth
year
,
he
left
the
orphanage
to
which
he
returned
annually
and
set
off
to
find
his
Gaunt
relatives
.
And
now
,
Harry
,
if
you
will
stand
...
"
Dumbledore
rose
,
and
Harry
saw
that
he
was
again
holding
a
small
crystal
bottle
filled
with
swirling
,
pearly
memory
.
"
I
was
very
lucky
to
collect
this
,
"
he
said
,
as
he
poured
the
gleaming
mass
into
the
Pensieve
.
"
As
you
will
understand
when
we
have
experienced
it
.
Shall
we
?
"
Harry
stepped
up
to
the
stone
basin
and
bowed
obediently
until
his
face
sank
through
the
surface
of
the
memory
;
he
felt
the
familiar
sensation
of
falling
through
nothingness
and
then
landed
upon
a
dirty
stone
floor
in
almost
total
darkness
.
It
took
him
several
seconds
to
recognize
the
place
,
by
which
time
Dumbledore
had
landed
beside
him
.
The
Gaunts
'
house
was
now
more
indescribably
filthy
than
anywhere
Harry
had
ever
seen
.
The
ceiling
was
thick
with
cobwebs
,
the
floor
coated
in
grime
;
moldy
and
rotting
food
lay
upon
the
table
amidst
a
mass
of
crusted
pots
.
The
only
light
came
from
a
single
guttering
candle
placed
at
the
feet
of
a
man
with
hair
and
beard
so
overgrown
Harry
could
see
neither
eyes
nor
mouth
.
He
was
slumped
in
an
armchair
by
the
fire
,
and
Harry
wondered
for
a
moment
whether
he
was
dead
.
But
then
there
came
a
loud
knock
on
the
door
and
the
man
jerked
awake
,
raising
a
wand
in
his
right
hand
and
a
short
knife
in
his
left
.
The
door
creaked
open
.
There
on
the
threshold
,
holding
an
old-fashioned
lamp
,
stood
a
boy
Harry
recognized
at
once
:
tall
,
pale
,
dark-haired
,
and
handsome
--
the
teenage
Voldemort
.
Voldemort
's
eyes
moved
slowly
around
the
hovel
and
then
found
the
man
in
the
armchair
.
For
a
few
seconds
they
looked
at
each
other
,
then
the
man
staggered
upright
,
the
many
empty
bottles
at
his
feet
clattering
and
tinkling
across
the
floor
.
"
YOU
!
"
he
bellowed
.
"
YOU
!
"
