Dear Boy-Who-Is-Too-Stubborn-To-Die:
Why must you continue to antagonize me? Although, you do bring up a good point. My faithful followers would never admit that I smell like a snake for fear of my wrath. And what's with this doing the dishes and mowing the lawn anyway? You're a wizard for crying-out-loud! You know, you are the only one who has ever been remotely honest with me. I would thank you but for the fact that I want you dead!
Harry, Harry, Harry! I still can't understand why you would want me to die. Why can't you just join me and help cleanse the world of those unfit to live? Sure, so you have the power to vanquish me! Who gives a hoot? That just means that you're more powerful than I ever thought possible, what for being a half-blood.
Here's a thought. Why don't you tell me the rest of the prophecy and we'll see what we can make of it? Come now Harry, be a good boy, and master might give you a treat! Why won't you come to me? I'm only trying to do the world a favour. If you won't obey me, then I'll curse you!
Crucio!
Impedimenta!
Aquamenti!
Furnunculus!
Serpensortia!
Imperio! (Oh damn, that doesn't work! I forgot!)
Crucio!
Die Damn it! Oh I hate you. Now I'm crying again. Gosh! I thought the unforeseen power that I knew not of was love. Now I'm wondering if it wasn't the ability to make one go mad and crazy enough to be locked up in the Asylum. Oh wait, that's for muggles. I meant the permanent residence ward in St. Mungo's.
Anyway, wishing you all the best,
Voldemort
P.S. If I always wished you harm, you'd never survive another day to duel with me!
To The-Dark-Lord-Who-Doesn't-Seem-To-Know-When-To-GIVE-UP!
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
OK. So now you understand why I must kill you. I also agree with you on your theory of my power that you overlooked. I mean, come on… I am a Potter after all! Now to tantalize you some more.
Voldemort! You have really got to stop trying to curse me through pen and paper! It just ain't gonna work. And I don't feel like dying anyway. Oh yeah, I'm glad you realized that imperio wouldn't work but if only you were smart enough to realize that serpensortia wouldn't work either! I have four words for you bub.
I. Speak. Parsletongue.
Well, I guess that's really only three but I'm still smarter than you! Haha! I foiled your plans again.
Anywho, I'm not yet of age, otherwise I'd curse the Dursleys into next year. So I guess I'd better go and do those ridiculous chores that they have set upon me.
I'll never be yours,
Boy-Who-Is-Too-Stubborn-To-Die
P.S. If you haven't noticed by now, you're also half-blood. That means you want to kill yourself as well. Isn't that your dream? To rid the world of muggles, muggle-borns, and half-bloods? Oh well, I can satiate that death wish for you! Tah-tah for now!
