The truth of the matter is simple: I'm not evil. Stupid Harry Potter and his little Potter friends are the big, stupid bullies. They laughed at me and he tauntingly called my name over and over again. I hate when people call me "Voldemort."

The people who call me that usually also make fun of my nose. Those people are Harry Potter.

Harry Potter blames me for all his problems. Poor dysfunctional, delusional kid. He thinks it's my fault that his parents are dead? He thinks it's my fault that he had a freaking scar on his forehead?! Um, hello, that was some dude in a white, zombie ghost mask who got drunk and broke into their house.

He's basically saying that my face looks like a zombie ghost, and that I am responsible for his unfortunate loss because my face is so freaking ugly. Stupid Harry Potter.

All I want is a friend. Why does Harry Potter have so many friends? He's annoying and full of teenage angst! If people got to know me, well, maybe they'd like me. But no, they won't ever do so because my face repulses them and they believe now that I murdered Harry Potter's parents.

Additionally, some stupid half-giant spread some rumor that saying my name will summon me, or give me power. I'm like a Bloody Mary children's game.

Lucius Malfoy even pretended to be my friend, but in reality he was saying things behind my back. Plus, look at how he treated his house elf, Dobby! I could never be pleasant to a person like that.

The truth is, people suck. I have yet to meet someone who truly cared about me, who didn't abandon me the moment times got tough. Stupid Harry Potter. He'll go on living his life as a normal wizard. He'll be popular and cheered and revered. He'll be a hero. But no one will remember me, will they?

Haha, just got bored and I love playing Devil's advocate. If you review I'll be so happy. It will just take 10 seconds. Thank you so much for reading. Have a super awesome week filled with cookies and good fortune!