Fifteen-year-old Voldemort looked entirely innocent:scrawny, pale, dressed in tattered gray orphanage rags - he looked utterly sickly and emaciated, just like a child. Yet, this frail facade concealed a true Satan, merciless and insane. Within a year, he will kill Moaning Myrtle, and then his father, grandfather, and grandmother. He was already poisoned. "Come on, come on! Do it!" Potter was attempting to convince himself. Time passed, and he still stared, unable to utter the two necessary words