Lord Voldemort,
I, Heir Harrison Jameson Potter, am writing this letter as a means to open a dialogue between the two sides of the civil war plaguing our society. I request you not to take this as an act of cowardice but as a desperate attempt to attain a state of coexistence.
Even if I have mentioned that this missive is to be a bridge between two sides, I am personally offering to aid any peace treaty that may arise if both sides choose that path, as I have some information that can prove to be crucial.
Currently, the propaganda stands as follows: the Dark side opposes the existence of muggle-born witches and wizards or, at the very least, believes to be less powerful than pureblood witches and wizards. They are also supporters of rituals and practices that are dubbed as dark by the current Ministry of Magic. This side garners supporters from most individuals who identify as dark, including but not limited to vampires, werewolves, and giants. The other side of this war supports the existence of muggle-born witches and wizards and believes that the power of magical humans is independent of their birth status. They have attempted or succeeded in outlawing most dark practices. They have also accepted Christian beliefs from the muggle society, even though the magical society does not follow any religion. They do not accept dark creatures mainly because they do not appear human and are more aggressive in nature.
My personal belief is that if this war is to continue, the current light side will lose many among its ranks, and the Dark side will probably win because of the support of magical creatures who, by nature, are more aggressive and resilient. However, this will lead to an inevitable collapse of the magical society if the Dark side’s goals are to be strictly followed.
From the small sample of research I have attached to this letter, all from independent sources, you can see that the pureblood fertility rate in Britain is less than one, which will lead to the collapse of the population. As you know, for a sustainable population, the fertility rate must be a little over two. Moreover, the pureblood society in England consists of the sacred twenty-eight. Given the number of generations that have passed, they have already crossbred into each family, leading to incestuous relationships in recent generations. This results in unhealthy pregnancy. Anecdotally, you must know of the Black madness and the fact that the Malfoy family has been producing only one child for several generations. This fact is proven and accepted in the muggle world but not in the British Wizarding World. I understand this is mainly to keep the political and monetary power within these families. Greed is a powerful motivator. So how would the Dark side solve these problems? I myself can think of a few, but none that would last for long. I believe you are a pragmatic and far-sighted strategist. If you believe that going down your path will create a sustainable world, then I expect no response from you, and we will meet on the battlefield. However, my interaction with one Tom Marvolo Riddle gives me hope you will respond.
Thanking you
Yours Sincerely,
Heir Harrison Jameson Potter.
Attachments:
Graves, Alphard and Clearwater, George, 1956. Wizarding population and the impact of No-Maj witches and wizards. Quarterly Journal of Magical Population, 78(3), pp.374-395.
Greengrass, Bridgette et al., 1975. Squibs’ introduction to the muggle world and the return of old magical lines through muggle-borns. European Magic Review, 7 (September 1975): 178–203
Delacour, Gabrielle and LeStat Reginald, 1981. Genetic diseases and intrahouse breeding. Genetics Monthly, 45(2), pp. 76-90
Lord Voldemort had never expected to receive a semi-formal letter from Potter. In a life almost forgotten, he was an academic, an avid reader, and a knowledge hoarder. Over time his greed for power, his impatience, and his antipathy towards almost everything had almost erased every portion of that life. This letter came as a distraction to him. The writing was not of quality, the grammar was not perfect, and the style was not good enough. But he had to agree the three papers attached were most crucial. The effort was sincere. This was a distraction because this gave him something to engage his mental faculties in, something other than pain and violence. He knew he exhibited anti-social behavior from childhood. But when someone is constantly in pain, insanity is a companion. This pain started when he created his diary. Breaking apart a soul leaves lasting damage. No one gave him that warning. He definitely was not a masochist. But with his insanity came his paranoia. Fear of death had never been so powerful. So he continued making his horcruxes. Did he really want to live forever in this pain? Was his life really worth living? But misery loves company. So he doled out crucios, killed indiscriminately, and tortured to satisfaction. He really had become the evil his caregivers at the orphanage used to call him. Prophecies are really self-fulfilling.
But the letter came as a pebble dropped in a serene lake, although his mind was anything but serene. It caused ripple after ripple. He read and analyzed the letter as a teacher and a strategist. He read the articles and gathered related papers as the academic he wanted to be. These were also qualities present in him, right? Just buried deep within him. The letter did pose some relevant questions. But what was he to do? He had set on a path that did not seem to have any way back. He could subjugate the muggles and use them as cattle to breed. That idea stuck with him. He looked into some research into this that was done after the fall of Grindelwald and how subjugation would not work. However, one paper mentioned that if one was to become the Master of Death, then it might work. But how to become Master of Death? Lucius told him about the children’s story about Death and the three brothers. This led to a few days of tracking down the family tree of the Peverell brothers. When he finished his search, he was convinced he needed to kill both Potter and Dumbledore. So he did not bother to respond to Potter. He had let the olive branch go.
Lord Voldemort goes over that letter from Potter again and again in his mind as he rests against the board he is tied to with magic-suppressing cuffs on his wrists. He is immortal as long as his horcruxes are not destroyed. He can not die. So he has become the lab rat of the muggles and one of the last living magical after they were discovered. Things went downhill swiftly. He can still remember the look of pity in Dumbledore’s and Potter’s eyes when he killed them. They probably foresaw what was to come. He could not become the Master of Death even when he got all three trinkets of Death because he did not greet Death as an old friend. He became an absolute tyrant. His last shred of sanity was lost in killing Harry, his own horcrux.
Suddenly, the room is cold. He can see a cloaked figure standing in the corner. “Your horcruxes were all destroyed.”, it says. “I am not immortal anymore.”, he croaks out without a single iota of emotion. He never had them in the first place. “You will come with me now.”, Death informs, and Voldemort agrees. But this is not a meeting of old friends. This is surrender after a life full of pain and misery. The electricity that courses through him using the cuffs on his wrists is too much for his heart. At least the muggles did not know about the horcruxes at the bottom of the Black Lake and nuked the entire area. Finally, he can be in peace. Finally, there will be no pain. He hopes.