Letters 2
Dear Potter,
Avada Kadavra! Avada Kadavra! Avada Kadavra! Die! Why can't you just die and leave me alone? What did I ever do to deserve this? Oh look what you've gone and done now. I'm crying and I can't stop. Curse you! I know. Crucio! Ha ha! Who's laughing now? Bet you don't think I'm so gentle now huh?
By the way, Potter, I thought I'd do well to mention that I am sending Bella, Lucius, Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, and Severus to your pitiful home in Private Dr. They are coming to collect you for me and you will be brought here where I will give you two options and two options only. You will either fight along side me or you will fight along side me. Did I mention that I will be training you myself and that you will also be fighting along side me?
Muahahahaha! I am so evil! Evil, evil, I'm so evil. No one dares to defy me. Man, now I'm in a happy mood and feel like singing. Maybe I'll have to bless you with a song when I at last have you in my clutches. But for now, I must go. Wormtail just melted a couldren and Severus won't be too pleased when he gets back.
Still wanting to see your mangled body cold and limp,
The Dark Lord,
Voldemort
P.S. You really need to practise occlumency. Your mind is an open book to me, and I don't feel like reading your mind every night. It really gets quite frustrating and we both know that that results in your scar hurting. On second thought, I like reading your mind. Ignore everything I just said! Obliviate! Crucio! Avada Kadavra! Die damn it!
Dear Baldy,
Get a life! You're ugly and I hate you! You have no hair, you're old, your skin is composed of scales, and you look like a snake. Oh yeah! Any you also smell like one too! Love to continue writing but I've got company to prepare for. I shall enjoy causing havoc for your death eaters.
I still like irritating you,
Potter-boy