In another life, Tom Riddle killed his muggle family and framed his pathetic Gaunt uncle without shame. By that point he wore the trappings of Tom Riddle but was, at heart, Lord Voldemort. His heart was blackened as his soul, and nothing, no one, could have ever convinced him to spare the muggles who had let him suffer for eleven long years at Wool’s Orphanage while they lived in luxury.