Voldemort. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Voldy. Oh, I find you so fascinating. From a distance. The way I find, say, Hitler fascinating. Because you are quite like Hitler, aren’t you? With your torture and murder and insistence on a master race? I always think of you and your Death Eaters as 50s-era KKK, but the Hitler / Nazi connection works as well.
I guess what I find most fascinating about you, sir, is that Rowling made you…pitiable? In the first four or five books, you were simply an evil, unkillable monster, hell-bent on purifying the wizarding race through mass murder and probably eugenics. And you could have stayed that way. Rowing could have left you as a perfect villain to her perfect (if rather dense) hero and been done with it.
But instead, we got glimpses into your early life. And the life of your mother before you came along. And in some ways, it because impossible not to pity you. You, child conceived under the effects of a love potion, doomed to a life without love because of your mother’s (selfish?) actions. Doomed to grow up alone when your father left your mother and she died of a broken heart. Doomed to pin all the blame for those events on your absent father, the Muggle, never knowing or understanding the actions of your mother that set things in motion. It’s no wonder you grew up hating Muggles, being raised as you were in a Dickensonian orphanage, knowing all the while you were better than them and then having it proved to you in the most spectacular way possible; not only were you a wizard, born into powers far beyond what those silly Muggles could understand, but you were practically ROYALTY in the wizarding world, the last descendant of one of the founders of the great Hogwarts.
None of that is to mitigate what you did, or suggest that your death was anything other than justified – it was far less than justice, in fact, when you consider how much pain and suffering you caused to those around you. But thinking of the little boy you were makes me sad. Because I don’t think you were forced into the path you took or that your hand was ever moved by anything other than your own envy and anger – but because the little boy you were deserved more than to grow up to be a monster.