I felt sorry for Draco in the Harry Potter series, for one. He’s the very picture of nurture, if one’s being raised by vipers.
And for that matter, I felt sorry, somewhat, for Voldemort as well. I know what it feels to be a much, much different sort of person than the ones you were raised by, right down to being embarrassed by the poverty and evident backwardness and the resentment and anger of they show you in return.
I know what it feels like to be scared that someone’s going to “call you out” for being mixed-race and hold it against you (in quotes because some people act like the wherefores of mixed people’s existence was something they themselves caused somehow), even in your own family.
It made me sad that Tom Riddle chose to try and destroy that part of himself and not accept all of who he was. His family being mean to him didn’t help. The equivalent of what Voldemort did would be as if Obama proclaimed open season on black people at his inauguration.
The whole HP series is an allegory on racism and hate and what could happen to us if we humans don’t check ourselves.