Voldemort was in his usual dark chamber, surrounded by his Death Eaters. But he was not present in his mind, he was lost in the memories of his mother, Merope Gaunt. Voldemort often had hallucinations of his mother, who died soon after his birth, and he would see her in his dreams, talking to him in a loving yet commanding voice.
In his mind, he saw his mother, a thin and fragile woman, standing in front of him. Her hair was long and dark, and her eyes were filled with a mother's love for her son. She looked at him, and Voldemort could see the pride in her eyes. "My dear son," she said, "you have made me so proud. You have shown the world what true power is, and you have done what I could never do."
Voldemort looked at her and said, "Thank you, mummy. I have done everything to make you proud."
Merope smiled at her son, and then her expression turned to one of anger. "But there is still much to do, my son. There are still those awful muggles and blood traitors who stand in our way. You must kill them, my son. You must rid the world of their filth."
Voldemort nodded in agreement. "Yes, mummy. I will kill them all. No one can stand in our way."
Merope looked at her son with pride and said, "Good, my son. You are the only one who can do this. You have the power, and you have the will. Kill them all, my son. Kill them all."
Voldemort closed his eyes and listened to his mother's voice, her words ringing in his ears. He knew what he had to do. He had to kill them all. He had to rid the world of their filth.
But then, as he opened his eyes, he realized that he was alone in the chamber. His Death Eaters were gone, and he was standing there, alone with his thoughts. He looked around, confused, wondering what had just happened.
And then he heard his mother's voice again. "Kill them, my son. Kill them all." Voldemort smiled. Yes, he would kill them all, for his mummy. For Merope Gaunt.