The (Not-So-)Black Letters
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
Views:
10,109
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.
The Last Straw
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!
Wow, there was quite a majority of BASILISK there, but I was thinking a bout a cute, little dinosaur...Firehedgehog was the only one to get it right, so a big yay for her!
Ok, so I'm not holding myself responsible for this chapter. I'm tired, I'm feeling slightly murderous right now (just finished my twenty-pages long COLLEGE homework) and I'm not in the right mind-frame to proof-read it, so if the chapter came out a little creepy I'm not to blame. Seriously. (No Sirius joke, please. I meant seriously)
Next chapter will be slightly delayed (I'm sorry, but I'm going away for the weekend -and Monday- and I won't have access to a computer) so I wont be able to update until Tuesday.
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The following morning found many students already in the Hall by breakfast time, a quite rare sight on a Sunday, but since Harry started sending letters students and teachers had gone out of their way to witness their arrival first hand –nothing was worse than oversleeping and hearing from your friends you missed the latest Weasley prank!
When Hedwig flew into the hall giggles erupted from Hufflepuff’s table, as they were the first ones to spot her. Her green feathers had been turned back to blinding white, but there was a tiny aviator brown hat on her head, and a cream-coloured scarf wrapped around her little neck, flowing right behind her as a vapour trail. Twisting daringly on the air and performing incredible acrobatics without a glitch, Hedwig made sure to give them a show before dropping the letter on the Head Table and once again flying out.
Looking almost resigned, Dumbledore stared as the letter rose slowly, almost painfully so –not knowing was killing him. Each letter carried within new problems –just last night he’d had to talk to Severus about him not reporting on Voldemort’s new appearance. Thankfully, it seemed he still had his spy’s loyalty –the dark-haired man hadn’t known, as he had taken to wearing a glamour to disguise that fact. Dumbledore was glad the man remained his –he would have been quite sorry to see him dead.
The object of the Headmaster’s thoughts wasn’t as ignorant of his intentions as the Headmaster would like –he had little delusions left about the Light Side’s Leader. Yet that morning his thoughts weren’t occupied with Albus most recent moves, but with something he was quite sure the Headmaster had forgotten about: today, the Prophet’s promised Special Edition would be out, and the Potion’s Master had no doubt Potter would make a huge spectacle out of it.
Ah, but the brat kept endearing himself to him –how could he not, seeing him run the Headmaster ragged? And he was barely 17!
“Good morning people!
How are things going?
I’d love to preach about Dumbledore’s abuses over the years, but I’m much too occupied right now –I’ve managed to get the less sickly-looking Death Eaters into a Quidditch game, and they’re waiting for me to finish the letter so we can leave.
Besides, Rita’s wonderful articles have raised my spirits –noone like her to destroy a man’s reputation. There were other reporters collaborating with this weekend’s special edition of the Prophet, of course, but I feel hers are some of the most entertaining –I truly recommend the read! To make sure availability is not an issue, I’ve taken the liberty of ordering free copies for all of you, and several other esteemed members of our tight, little community.
Hope you enjoy them!”
As soon as the letter caught fire, several hundred owls flooded the Hall, delivering the promised newspaper. As soon as the copies were discharged in the hands of the awaiting wizards, they started reading, annoying Dumbledore –who, for some reason, hadn’t gotten a newspaper, not even his usual copy. Fuming, he snatched Filius’ copy, not even trying to keep his grandfatherly facade up.
Ignoring the squealed protest from the professor, he took one look at the Headlines and growled. Taking a look at the most scandalous article –Rita’s, of course- he started reading, becoming more and more flustered with each word. Everything was there, on the damned newspaper! Grindelwald, their brief affair, their (his!) delusions of grandeur, Ariana’s death, everything! Every shady little bit of his life, starting with his muggle-hating father and ending with his own rushed actions last Thursday, persuading Remus to take on that almost suicidal mission. Bared and waiting for the World to see.
It was suddenly too much, and he knew there was no way to get out of this one. He couldn’t deny everything, he couldn’t reach that little tramp and shut him up, he couldn’t...
Wait- he could. Of course he could. It was so obvious he wondered how he could have missed it before. That little brat wanted to play with him? Well, play he would, then.
A smirk appeared on the Headmaster’s lips, oblivious to the whispering and shouting in the Hall, to the disgusted stares and the rude expletives. There was only one thing in his mind: his next move. And this time, there would be no mistakes.
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R&R? Please?
As Indy&Scars reminded me, Happy Halloween!
(I'm Spanish, we don't celebrate Halloween much. I didn't even remember ¬¬')
Thanks to SilverLion for pointing out the spelling errors!
Remember, a prelude to this story had been posted, and it can be found in my profile. =D
Thank you all for your reviews!!!!
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!
Wow, there was quite a majority of BASILISK there, but I was thinking a bout a cute, little dinosaur...Firehedgehog was the only one to get it right, so a big yay for her!
Ok, so I'm not holding myself responsible for this chapter. I'm tired, I'm feeling slightly murderous right now (just finished my twenty-pages long COLLEGE homework) and I'm not in the right mind-frame to proof-read it, so if the chapter came out a little creepy I'm not to blame. Seriously. (No Sirius joke, please. I meant seriously)
Next chapter will be slightly delayed (I'm sorry, but I'm going away for the weekend -and Monday- and I won't have access to a computer) so I wont be able to update until Tuesday.
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The following morning found many students already in the Hall by breakfast time, a quite rare sight on a Sunday, but since Harry started sending letters students and teachers had gone out of their way to witness their arrival first hand –nothing was worse than oversleeping and hearing from your friends you missed the latest Weasley prank!
When Hedwig flew into the hall giggles erupted from Hufflepuff’s table, as they were the first ones to spot her. Her green feathers had been turned back to blinding white, but there was a tiny aviator brown hat on her head, and a cream-coloured scarf wrapped around her little neck, flowing right behind her as a vapour trail. Twisting daringly on the air and performing incredible acrobatics without a glitch, Hedwig made sure to give them a show before dropping the letter on the Head Table and once again flying out.
Looking almost resigned, Dumbledore stared as the letter rose slowly, almost painfully so –not knowing was killing him. Each letter carried within new problems –just last night he’d had to talk to Severus about him not reporting on Voldemort’s new appearance. Thankfully, it seemed he still had his spy’s loyalty –the dark-haired man hadn’t known, as he had taken to wearing a glamour to disguise that fact. Dumbledore was glad the man remained his –he would have been quite sorry to see him dead.
The object of the Headmaster’s thoughts wasn’t as ignorant of his intentions as the Headmaster would like –he had little delusions left about the Light Side’s Leader. Yet that morning his thoughts weren’t occupied with Albus most recent moves, but with something he was quite sure the Headmaster had forgotten about: today, the Prophet’s promised Special Edition would be out, and the Potion’s Master had no doubt Potter would make a huge spectacle out of it.
Ah, but the brat kept endearing himself to him –how could he not, seeing him run the Headmaster ragged? And he was barely 17!
“Good morning people!
How are things going?
I’d love to preach about Dumbledore’s abuses over the years, but I’m much too occupied right now –I’ve managed to get the less sickly-looking Death Eaters into a Quidditch game, and they’re waiting for me to finish the letter so we can leave.
Besides, Rita’s wonderful articles have raised my spirits –noone like her to destroy a man’s reputation. There were other reporters collaborating with this weekend’s special edition of the Prophet, of course, but I feel hers are some of the most entertaining –I truly recommend the read! To make sure availability is not an issue, I’ve taken the liberty of ordering free copies for all of you, and several other esteemed members of our tight, little community.
Hope you enjoy them!”
As soon as the letter caught fire, several hundred owls flooded the Hall, delivering the promised newspaper. As soon as the copies were discharged in the hands of the awaiting wizards, they started reading, annoying Dumbledore –who, for some reason, hadn’t gotten a newspaper, not even his usual copy. Fuming, he snatched Filius’ copy, not even trying to keep his grandfatherly facade up.
Ignoring the squealed protest from the professor, he took one look at the Headlines and growled. Taking a look at the most scandalous article –Rita’s, of course- he started reading, becoming more and more flustered with each word. Everything was there, on the damned newspaper! Grindelwald, their brief affair, their (his!) delusions of grandeur, Ariana’s death, everything! Every shady little bit of his life, starting with his muggle-hating father and ending with his own rushed actions last Thursday, persuading Remus to take on that almost suicidal mission. Bared and waiting for the World to see.
It was suddenly too much, and he knew there was no way to get out of this one. He couldn’t deny everything, he couldn’t reach that little tramp and shut him up, he couldn’t...
Wait- he could. Of course he could. It was so obvious he wondered how he could have missed it before. That little brat wanted to play with him? Well, play he would, then.
A smirk appeared on the Headmaster’s lips, oblivious to the whispering and shouting in the Hall, to the disgusted stares and the rude expletives. There was only one thing in his mind: his next move. And this time, there would be no mistakes.
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R&R? Please?
As Indy&Scars reminded me, Happy Halloween!
(I'm Spanish, we don't celebrate Halloween much. I didn't even remember ¬¬')
Thanks to SilverLion for pointing out the spelling errors!
Remember, a prelude to this story had been posted, and it can be found in my profile. =D
Thank you all for your reviews!!!!