The (Not-So-)Black Letters
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
Views:
10,091
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!
Hum...english is my second language, so please point out the errors so I can correct them.
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The following morning, when Hedwing came, the distrustful stares that had been fixated on the Headmaster soon turned amused. This time Hedwing had bright purple feathers with spots done in a garish orange colour.
The school had been in an uproar after the previous day letter, everybody fighting over Harry’s “present”. Many of the students that had previously sided with Harry had denounced him, arguing he shouldn’t have killed seven innocent men for no reason at all; the ones who had strongly criticized the Gryffindor Golden Boy from the start, smugly assured them Harry’s darkness must have blinded them. Things soon turned hectic though when the seven heads turned back to their natural state, apparently having been transfigured from Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. This left many flustered, red-faced students hastily assuring everybody they had not thought Harry capable of such a thing, not for a moment. The end result was much confusion in the students body, and many of Harry’s hard-core detractors wavering in their positions, no longer sure they were absolutely right.
The by now familiar black letter had been dyed orange too, and when it rose from Dumbledore’s head –where Hedwing had unceremoniously dropped it- the teachers who were near the aged Headmaster could make out a triple ‘W’ on the envelope. Seeing the way in which it had been delivered, not many were surprised when the voice coming out of it wasn’t Harry’s.
(A/N: Didn’t want to spoil the surprise at the very start, so here is the code: Fred is in italics, George is written normally, and when it’s in bold italics they are speaking at the same time.)
“Hello everybody!
As some of you may have guessed it’s us, the wonderful Weasley Twins!<(i> We were kind of annoyed with the way the Light side’s treating his soldiers and truthfully, we’d follow Harry wherever he went. He’s been a real pal, you know? Believing in us, keeping in touch, helping with the business...And he’s a real looker too!
So, we just wanted to tell Dumblebore...to expect some honest pranking from now on...we still haven’t forgotten about having to rescue Harry from his relative’s house to find him locked inside his barred room, being starved and treated like an animal. Geez! I’ve seen Malfoy being kindlier towards his House-Elves!
By the way, Dumbles, both Harry and Voldemort here -*pout* only Harry gets to call Him Tom- want us to tell you that you suck as a social worker.
Cheers!”
The letter folded in itself and was about to (automatically) burst when it suddenly straightened up and kept on talking, making itself heard through the noise of chatter and the wary murmurs that were hastily filling the Hall.
“Oh, I almost forgot...Lee, you better come to the Dark Side, they’ve not only got cookies, -you gotta love that guy!- they have this great innovation-supporting programme…they’ve created a special division to fund and promote pranks!”
When the letter combusted, instead of doing so in the bluish cold flames the black letters used to, it exploded in a cascade of confetti that rained on the Headmaster’s head, many of the colourful bits becoming attached to the white beard and his long hair.
In a puff of smoke of a lurid green, brightly coloured pamphlets appeared over the student’s heads, dropping on their laps, announcing “a ten percent discount on all our products for anyone bearing the dark mark, five percent for future death eaters!”.
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R&R? Please? Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes's cookies for every reviewer!
itsjustme: yeah, you can find this on fanfiction, under "death's favourite child" ^.^
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!
Hum...english is my second language, so please point out the errors so I can correct them.
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The following morning, when Hedwing came, the distrustful stares that had been fixated on the Headmaster soon turned amused. This time Hedwing had bright purple feathers with spots done in a garish orange colour.
The school had been in an uproar after the previous day letter, everybody fighting over Harry’s “present”. Many of the students that had previously sided with Harry had denounced him, arguing he shouldn’t have killed seven innocent men for no reason at all; the ones who had strongly criticized the Gryffindor Golden Boy from the start, smugly assured them Harry’s darkness must have blinded them. Things soon turned hectic though when the seven heads turned back to their natural state, apparently having been transfigured from Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. This left many flustered, red-faced students hastily assuring everybody they had not thought Harry capable of such a thing, not for a moment. The end result was much confusion in the students body, and many of Harry’s hard-core detractors wavering in their positions, no longer sure they were absolutely right.
The by now familiar black letter had been dyed orange too, and when it rose from Dumbledore’s head –where Hedwing had unceremoniously dropped it- the teachers who were near the aged Headmaster could make out a triple ‘W’ on the envelope. Seeing the way in which it had been delivered, not many were surprised when the voice coming out of it wasn’t Harry’s.
(A/N: Didn’t want to spoil the surprise at the very start, so here is the code: Fred is in italics, George is written normally, and when it’s in bold italics they are speaking at the same time.)
“Hello everybody!
As some of you may have guessed it’s us, the wonderful Weasley Twins!<(i> We were kind of annoyed with the way the Light side’s treating his soldiers and truthfully, we’d follow Harry wherever he went. He’s been a real pal, you know? Believing in us, keeping in touch, helping with the business...And he’s a real looker too!
So, we just wanted to tell Dumblebore...to expect some honest pranking from now on...we still haven’t forgotten about having to rescue Harry from his relative’s house to find him locked inside his barred room, being starved and treated like an animal. Geez! I’ve seen Malfoy being kindlier towards his House-Elves!
By the way, Dumbles, both Harry and Voldemort here -*pout* only Harry gets to call Him Tom- want us to tell you that you suck as a social worker.
Cheers!”
The letter folded in itself and was about to (automatically) burst when it suddenly straightened up and kept on talking, making itself heard through the noise of chatter and the wary murmurs that were hastily filling the Hall.
“Oh, I almost forgot...Lee, you better come to the Dark Side, they’ve not only got cookies, -you gotta love that guy!- they have this great innovation-supporting programme…they’ve created a special division to fund and promote pranks!”
When the letter combusted, instead of doing so in the bluish cold flames the black letters used to, it exploded in a cascade of confetti that rained on the Headmaster’s head, many of the colourful bits becoming attached to the white beard and his long hair.
In a puff of smoke of a lurid green, brightly coloured pamphlets appeared over the student’s heads, dropping on their laps, announcing “a ten percent discount on all our products for anyone bearing the dark mark, five percent for future death eaters!”.
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R&R? Please? Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes's cookies for every reviewer!
itsjustme: yeah, you can find this on fanfiction, under "death's favourite child" ^.^