I don’t think you know me, and I don’t think you care, but you knew Mummy and Daddy and they knew you. At least, that’s what they told me before they went away. Gran says that they won’t be back for a while, and I know it’s your fault. Gran doesn’t say that out loud, but I know it’s true. A lonely child writes a letter to the Dark Lord himself, describing what he has done to her family.