The death of Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the Dark Lord, or, more respectfully, Lord Voldemort, has caused reason to celebrate for many. I, however, feel that we should sympathize for him. A small boy, abandoned by any family, living in a place of no love, would never have learned love. He never felt that warm, fluttering of a heart, never felt any sort of special connection to anyone. Some think Voldemort a monster, a villain, but, if he was, was it really his fault? No one ever made any move to help him, no one ever considered the fact that, maybe, all he ever wanted was someone to give him a pat on the back and say, "Good job, Voldy. I'm proud of you." Is it really so hard to believe that all he ever wanted was a little love? He hid himself behind a wall of indifference, and ended up going over to the dark side because nobody cared. In conclusion, remember to honor and pity Voldemort, a man driven to evil deeds because he was never loved. Do not scorn him, and do not hate him for doing what he did. It's always a shame when someone loses their self because no one bothered to consider the possibility that he, too, had feelings. And maybe he was a murderer, a Dark wizard, and altogether a nasty piece of work. It was never his fault; it was the worlds.

-Rita Skeeter