Tom Marvolo Riddle Sr.
May 31, 2006
Send it to his grave

Dear Father,
It is me, your son. I have a few things to say to you but let me start off by saying I hate you. You loved my mother, didn't you? Then why did you throw her away when you found out she was a witch? Why did you leave me! Because of you my mother died of a broken heart and of bearing an only child. Your only child. How do you like the way I've grown up to be, dad? I lost my powers-yes, I am a wizard- to a baby, and have lost to him 6 times since then. I must hide and am ridiculed by some because of famous Harry Potter. My follower's follow me out of fear not respect and I am stuck with whimpering fools as slaves! All because of you. Maybe if you had raised me I wouldn't have turned out this way. Then again I wouldn't be one of the most feared wizards of all time. Maybe it's better this way, for you to be dead I mean. I hate you for giving me up. I hate you for hurting my mother. I hate you for being a muggle. And I will hate you for as long as I live. Hope your proud, dad.

Tom Marvolo Riddle (Lord Voldemort)