I realize that I am rather fortunate and amazing to have been blessed with rebirthing myself from merely sheer will and spells, however, these scales are a tad... itchy. I think perhaps it is my first time to shed a bit of that skin and it's making me rather irritable of late. I had one of those... muggle colds... I'm not sure how I got it, to be honest. I can only assume that some of my minions spend time amongst muggles and somewhere along the way picked up a virus and while kissing my feet or my hands spread it on to me.
I should have to look to see who has visited me over the past few days and have them killed. Well, no, perhaps not. I should have them watched, and those who seem to be spending time with muggles should be exterminated. Vermin! How dare they! I have no time for this sniffling, sneezing or coughing and aching! I have very dark plans to dispatch.
I think I'm very close to finding out where
harryp0tter's mother is buried. All I need is just a bit of tissue and then I can appeal to the old magics to remove the blood curse. The only problem with the old magics being that they could possibly refuse. There seems to be more red tape in magic than Rowling lets on. The truth is that for really big spells, there is a tribunal. But that is another rant for another day. For now, let us just say, that Santa may be leaving Potter a very special present this year. He may yet be finally getting to see his parents.