To the ScuzPile Heap of Dung once known as the Dark Lord or Lord Voldemort
Much to my dismay and chagrin, I'll be dead before you read this. I'd love to see your face when you realize one of your precious horcruxes has been destroyed by someone that you found so negligible. One down and I hope others find the other ones so that when you die, you are completely and utterly dead for all time. Yes, I discovered your secret; I discovered what you've been doing since you were younger than I am now. You've been committing murder, just to save your pathetic life. You've been brain-washing wizards and witches, lying and scheming and torturing them, just to keep alive the body of a half-blood! Yes, I know now that you are not a Pure Blood. That your mother was a witch and your father a Muggle! A MUGGLE!
Interesting what can be found out when one listens to house-elves, isn't it? Did you know that House-elves from different families talk to each other? You could have had so much more, your talents are so great, and yet you are riddled with fear. Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle. You could have been, yes, a marvel, to wizardkind. Even as a half-blood, you have talents that are beyond the reach of most wizards and witches. But look at you -- you are not even half a man now. You have no pity, you have no remorse, you have no kindness in you. All you have is lies and deceit.
To think that I once admired you and thought you were the epitome of a Slytherin, the epitome of a true wizard. I honored you and trusted you and thought you knew what you were doing -- and that what you were doing was for the good of all wizardkind. But you're just out for yourself -- you couldn't even be merciful to a poor house-elf. Did you laugh when you left him on that little island in the cave? Well, the laugh is on you, ScuzFace, because he came back to me and now you are doomed. Yes, doomed. I know a lot about what has been said about you; I also know that everyone has their match. I know that you fear Albus Dumbledore -- but I believe that there will be one that you will fear even more than him. And that when you meet him, all your much vaunted knowledge and evilness will be for naught. I wish I would be alive to see it. However, I rest content in knowing that I have done MY share in defeating you and your pack of ScuzHounds.
By the way, I resign as a Death Eater. You don't eat death -- you are afraid of death. I'm not. Guess it's just as well, because I'll be dead pretty soon.
I won't be seeing you again. I don't believe in heaven or hell but I do believe that our choices are ours -- and wherever you are, I choose not to be.
Regulus Arcturus Black
Pure Blood Wizard
Proud Member of the Black Family