Dear Morfin Gaunt,

Can you even understand me? All I have ever heard you say is in the snake tongue. You hiss at everyone, expecting us to know what you mean. While others don't, I do. And I am concerned about what I hear.

Your attitude is that of a violent six year old. You'd hurt anyone who doesn't reach your standards. You sit on the floor with the snakes, singing to them in Parseltongue, like a child. I've seen young visitors, no older than 13, with more sense than you. 

That song you sing:

Hissy, hissy, little snakey, 
Slither on the floor, 
You be good to Morfin 
Or he'll nail you to the door.

Is creepy. You speak about yourself in third person, just like a small child who has yet to discover the words "I" and "me". 

How you only have three years here is beyond me. You are a menace to society. You should be in an asylum, not here. The dementors aren't helping you, are they?

Hissss hiss hisss or 'May Merlin help you'.

(A/N- Hello! Maddy here! Hope you like this chapter, and the last one. To write the two Gaunt ones, I reread the chapter, "The House of Gaunt" in the Half -Blood Prince. It reminded me how freaked out the whole family made me feel the first time I read it. Marvolo was just pure cruel, Morfin was mentally insane, and Merope, she made me realize how awful love potions are (and even more ironically; Today's Valentine's Day). Anyway, what's your opinion on the Gaunt family? I'm curious to see how others interpret their actions.)