Гламурное Кисо

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.

...я был менее чем дух, чем самый жалкий призрак... бессильный, как слабейшее из сущест живущих...
помню только, как бесконечно, бессонно, секунда за секундой заставлял себя существовать...

собсно, кто сказал, что он непогрешим и всегда выбирает лучший вариант)
а про любовь - ну, грустно, всё равно. жалко его.