Dear Memory
What the fuck happened? You had a perfect life, family who cared, good grades, and me. Me. Goddamnit, Memory. You knew I needed you! How the hell could you do this to me? You're going under tonight. I'll be there watching through the tears. If you had any idea how I feel right now, I bet you wouldn't have done this. I needed you, I wanted you. Jesus fucking Christ. I need to tell you this. Memory Laine Hellin, I love you. I truely and honestly do. God-fucking-damnit. I can't do this any more. Good-bye. -Tom Marvolo Riddle: I Am Lord Voldemort
He slid the letter into her hand. Jenna and Michael Hellin looked at each other, Tom, and then their daughter Harmony. Harmony nodded at them as if to say "Memory would want to have it." They turned back to Tom, who was looking expectantly at them, and nodded. A small, sad smile crept onto his face. He turned back to her. She was gone. Psychically, Memory would always be there, but spiritually, she would always be gone. This coming year he would have no hope, no help. He would be alone against the great forces of the school. She had been motivation, the idea of making it big with her, of ruling the wizarding world with her, it had been the driving force behind him, what had urged him to try harder. But in a way her death was probably for the best. Now he felt compelled to rule, for her, for them. Thanks to her, he felt commited to doing this. When he ruled, it would be for her. Not for himself. Not for revenge against the man who had left his mother alone as she died. None of it mattered any more. It was all about her.