The (Not-So-)Black Letters
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
Views:
10,108
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or any of his characters, settings, etc. I (sadly) do not make any profit from this.
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Story: The (Not-So-)Black Letters
Summary: Harry sends a surprising letter to Headmaster Dumbledore. He's joined Voldemort. What Dumbledore doesn't understand is why Harry has to keep sending mail...mail that reads itself aloud, nonetheless...during breakfasts...at the Great Hall!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his characters.
Hope you enjoy it!
I'm sorry for the late update, but I'm starting with my mid-term exams next Tuesday and I was told just this Friday, so I've been frantic lately . At last I've been able to write a more light-headed, non-depressing chapter. Next chapter should be up by Sunday -yes, from now on I will update on Sundays, 'cause I think it will be easier on my schedule and thus, I'll stop being late with my updates. ^^
Reviews!
Bones: Thank you! ^.^ I'm not sure yet if moony knew he was being played, but I agree with the whole "well, Dumbledore offered his help when no-one would". =D
Ladyedgecombe: I suspect Voldemort knew about Snape and fed him false information, and now Harry is trying to get him back for the cause. My Voldemort wont be as insane as Rowling's, so I think it's possible =). Moony is not dead, he got kind of a "free-pass" for old-times shake -and 'cause Harry felt a little guilty, or pitied him, I guess- he was just stopped, not killed. He will though, if he tries again. ^^
Mr. Galion: today's chapter is a lot less depressing. I'll be glad to hand you a couple of cookies! ^.^
Xenostrigger: I'm glad you like it =D I do try! ;)
SilverLion: I love remy too....usually. I meant for him to support Harry. But I read a fic where he angered me so much I just couldn't do it. I thought of making it slash, maybe with Draco or Voldie, but in the end I decided to go with no-pairing -I post this in FFnet too. Don't worry, you don't come across as pushy ^^ I'm having fun with the bashing, too -reminds me of Betrayed, which I should keep on translating, now that I think about it.
Mya Malfoy: Wow, I'm glad to be of help ^.^ (and quite flattered, by the way) The first thing I do when I make it to my room after a tough day of college is to log in and check the updates too ^.^
LadyYuna98I'm glad you like it. Today's chapter doesn't do much in terms of plot development, but next week will probably speed things along.
Once again, thank you all!
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When Hedwig flew in the morning of the tenth day since the whole Black-Letters mess had started, the audience waiting her was looking quite forlorn. Her appearance seemed to cheer them a little –for some reason or other, her master had seen it fit to paint her beautiful, lately black body in green colors in such a way that they resembled scales, and there was a magical hood on her, with sharp, white teeth- and a few giggles could be heard when she deposited the letter on the table and “discreetely” pushed the goblet in front of Dumbledore with her wing, soaking him in pumpkin juice. (1)
She hooted happily, turned her back on Dumbledore mockingly –that man had dared harm her little one- and promptly flew out of the Hall and back to her little master.
The letter rose slowly, giving the students time to comment on the cute owl’s appearance in hushed whispers.
“Hello everybody!
How do you do? I hope you are all faring well –that is, everyone except Dumbles. And Lupin. And Ronald.
Hum... I really hope that list doesn’t get any longer.
I was pleasantly surprised by your letters –specially the reformed DA’s Official Statement –I loved how you managed to keep the abbreviation, and ‘Dumbledore’s an Asshole’ has a nice ring to it! I really didn’t expect so much support, guys. I’m touched. (And yes, I will send you coupons for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Stop asking.)
Ah, what a beautiful day. Don’t you just love Saturdays? No school, no homework, just lounging around lazily or playing a friendly game of quidditch...
Not that I get to do much lazing now that I’ve made a stand, but still –I remember those days.... and I’m working on finding all the non-crazy death eaters and blackmailing them into an “impromptu” quidditch game soon...
So, what were we talking about? It’s to sunny today to concentrate on work, really. Well, I guess it isn’t sunny around home –scotland’s best in October is like, fog- but it’s pretty sunny here in Spain. No, Dumbles, don’t get your knickers in a twist –I’m not revealing the Head Quarter’s location in a covert attempt to demonstrate I’m really a spy –I’m just not at Head Quarters. I needed a holiday, and the twins had to get away from the country for a couple of days. We dragged Voldemort along –I think this may help with his anger-management issues. At least he’ll get a tan, this way. Did I mention he no longer looks like a snake? He even has hair now!
Now, my question is, Dumbledore, while you were giving me all those lessons on Voldemort’s mentality, why did you fail to mention he was so hot? It would have helped tremendously in making my decision!
Oh, right. Sorry, just answered my own question. (2)
Did someone catch Dumbles face? Colin, I’m counting on you!
Nah, I don’t fancy Voldemort –though it’s true he looks human now- just wanted to try and give dear old Dumbles a stroke. Guess it didn’t work? The letter was supposed to stop if he died, so... yeah. This is sad. I never get what I want. *pout*
I really don’t feel up to writing a long, torturous letter describing Dumbledore’s offences right now. The sun’s shinning, the sand’s hot, and a nice, cold ice-cream is looking better by the second. Not to mention how funny the twins are trying to flirt in what little they know of Spanish.
Well, fellas, take care.
¡Hasta mañana! (3)”
The letter started burning as soon as Harry’s goodbye was over, and Dumbledore sighed in relief. It seemed the twins were too occupied flirting to remember their pranks.
That very moment a spark seemed to come from the burning letter, rising up in the air until it was hanging seven feet from the table, and then it split and started to multiply. In a matter of seconds, an infinity of sparks of different colors was drawing the image of Dumbledore shedding his feathers, then them growing again and him quaking and the feathers shedding again and so on and on.
The Hall erupted in barely concealed laughter at the slowed-down repetition of the Canary Cream incident, most students unwilling to show any measure of support or respect to the Headmaster.
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R&R? Please?
(1) A Hedwig-shaped cookie for the first reader to figure out Hedwig's costume!
(2) For a moment there I was about to make it slash, then I reigned in myself and decided this story will be a no-pairing one.
(3) Roughly translates as "See you tomorrow".
Thank you all for your reviews!!!! See you next Sunday!
Summary: Harry sends a surprising letter to Headmaster Dumbledore. He's joined Voldemort. What Dumbledore doesn't understand is why Harry has to keep sending mail...mail that reads itself aloud, nonetheless...during breakfasts...at the Great Hall!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his characters.
Hope you enjoy it!
I'm sorry for the late update, but I'm starting with my mid-term exams next Tuesday and I was told just this Friday, so I've been frantic lately . At last I've been able to write a more light-headed, non-depressing chapter. Next chapter should be up by Sunday -yes, from now on I will update on Sundays, 'cause I think it will be easier on my schedule and thus, I'll stop being late with my updates. ^^
Reviews!
Bones: Thank you! ^.^ I'm not sure yet if moony knew he was being played, but I agree with the whole "well, Dumbledore offered his help when no-one would". =D
Ladyedgecombe: I suspect Voldemort knew about Snape and fed him false information, and now Harry is trying to get him back for the cause. My Voldemort wont be as insane as Rowling's, so I think it's possible =). Moony is not dead, he got kind of a "free-pass" for old-times shake -and 'cause Harry felt a little guilty, or pitied him, I guess- he was just stopped, not killed. He will though, if he tries again. ^^
Mr. Galion: today's chapter is a lot less depressing. I'll be glad to hand you a couple of cookies! ^.^
Xenostrigger: I'm glad you like it =D I do try! ;)
SilverLion: I love remy too....usually. I meant for him to support Harry. But I read a fic where he angered me so much I just couldn't do it. I thought of making it slash, maybe with Draco or Voldie, but in the end I decided to go with no-pairing -I post this in FFnet too. Don't worry, you don't come across as pushy ^^ I'm having fun with the bashing, too -reminds me of Betrayed, which I should keep on translating, now that I think about it.
Mya Malfoy: Wow, I'm glad to be of help ^.^ (and quite flattered, by the way) The first thing I do when I make it to my room after a tough day of college is to log in and check the updates too ^.^
LadyYuna98I'm glad you like it. Today's chapter doesn't do much in terms of plot development, but next week will probably speed things along.
Once again, thank you all!
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When Hedwig flew in the morning of the tenth day since the whole Black-Letters mess had started, the audience waiting her was looking quite forlorn. Her appearance seemed to cheer them a little –for some reason or other, her master had seen it fit to paint her beautiful, lately black body in green colors in such a way that they resembled scales, and there was a magical hood on her, with sharp, white teeth- and a few giggles could be heard when she deposited the letter on the table and “discreetely” pushed the goblet in front of Dumbledore with her wing, soaking him in pumpkin juice. (1)
She hooted happily, turned her back on Dumbledore mockingly –that man had dared harm her little one- and promptly flew out of the Hall and back to her little master.
The letter rose slowly, giving the students time to comment on the cute owl’s appearance in hushed whispers.
“Hello everybody!
How do you do? I hope you are all faring well –that is, everyone except Dumbles. And Lupin. And Ronald.
Hum... I really hope that list doesn’t get any longer.
I was pleasantly surprised by your letters –specially the reformed DA’s Official Statement –I loved how you managed to keep the abbreviation, and ‘Dumbledore’s an Asshole’ has a nice ring to it! I really didn’t expect so much support, guys. I’m touched. (And yes, I will send you coupons for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Stop asking.)
Ah, what a beautiful day. Don’t you just love Saturdays? No school, no homework, just lounging around lazily or playing a friendly game of quidditch...
Not that I get to do much lazing now that I’ve made a stand, but still –I remember those days.... and I’m working on finding all the non-crazy death eaters and blackmailing them into an “impromptu” quidditch game soon...
So, what were we talking about? It’s to sunny today to concentrate on work, really. Well, I guess it isn’t sunny around home –scotland’s best in October is like, fog- but it’s pretty sunny here in Spain. No, Dumbles, don’t get your knickers in a twist –I’m not revealing the Head Quarter’s location in a covert attempt to demonstrate I’m really a spy –I’m just not at Head Quarters. I needed a holiday, and the twins had to get away from the country for a couple of days. We dragged Voldemort along –I think this may help with his anger-management issues. At least he’ll get a tan, this way. Did I mention he no longer looks like a snake? He even has hair now!
Now, my question is, Dumbledore, while you were giving me all those lessons on Voldemort’s mentality, why did you fail to mention he was so hot? It would have helped tremendously in making my decision!
Oh, right. Sorry, just answered my own question. (2)
Did someone catch Dumbles face? Colin, I’m counting on you!
Nah, I don’t fancy Voldemort –though it’s true he looks human now- just wanted to try and give dear old Dumbles a stroke. Guess it didn’t work? The letter was supposed to stop if he died, so... yeah. This is sad. I never get what I want. *pout*
I really don’t feel up to writing a long, torturous letter describing Dumbledore’s offences right now. The sun’s shinning, the sand’s hot, and a nice, cold ice-cream is looking better by the second. Not to mention how funny the twins are trying to flirt in what little they know of Spanish.
Well, fellas, take care.
¡Hasta mañana! (3)”
The letter started burning as soon as Harry’s goodbye was over, and Dumbledore sighed in relief. It seemed the twins were too occupied flirting to remember their pranks.
That very moment a spark seemed to come from the burning letter, rising up in the air until it was hanging seven feet from the table, and then it split and started to multiply. In a matter of seconds, an infinity of sparks of different colors was drawing the image of Dumbledore shedding his feathers, then them growing again and him quaking and the feathers shedding again and so on and on.
The Hall erupted in barely concealed laughter at the slowed-down repetition of the Canary Cream incident, most students unwilling to show any measure of support or respect to the Headmaster.
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R&R? Please?
(1) A Hedwig-shaped cookie for the first reader to figure out Hedwig's costume!
(2) For a moment there I was about to make it slash, then I reigned in myself and decided this story will be a no-pairing one.
(3) Roughly translates as "See you tomorrow".
Thank you all for your reviews!!!! See you next Sunday!