A/N- I wrote this based off another fic, though different. That one consisted of letters to Voldemort. This is letters to Harry, from people who hate him. Enjoy.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
Lord Voldemort was weak. He had just been defeated by an infant. He was now in hiding, waiting to gain his strength back.
"Give me parchment." He said in a scratchy voice to his host. He was staying at the Malfoy's for the present time, using some dead soul as a body.
Narcissa was a good host. She gave him a roll of parchment, along with a quill and bottle of ink. Voldemort sat down and opened the ink. After thinking, he wrote.
Dear Harry Potter,
There was a time when every witch, wizard, and muggle was scared of me. They would cower in my presence. They would kneel before me and beg me to have mercy. They would do anything to excape my wraith.
There was a time when I had followers. They would hurt mudbloods for me. They would fight for me. They would kill for me.
There was a time, only once, when you fought me. I tried to kill you. And I failed. It will never happen again. You will not survive another fight with me. You will die at my hands.
I hate you,
Lord Voldemort
Satisfied he put the lid back on the ink and read over his letter one last time.
"That should do it." He said.
Then it disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
A/N- Any thoughts on who else hates Harry? I will take all suggestions.