A/N- Well, here it is. Yet another angsty fan fiction that I won't have
time to finish to my complete satisfaction. Writing seems to be an outlet I
can only utilize in the very early hours of the morning, so please excuse
the fact that Harry seems to be in the dark an awful lot. It seems to fit
the mood. This chapter is mainly a setup for the ones to follow, so please
excuse it. It's a trifle bitter.
I don't really know why I'm writing this. I mean, I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when I got this sudden and overwhelming urge to write. Perhaps it is the letters that you will never read that I am sitting her looking at. They make it seem like I should forgive you slightly, s if you will be concerned when you wake to find that your burden has been lifted. It's way to early in the morning, you know. I will be leaving soon. You really have no idea what my life has been like lately. After all, I'm just a stick in the side to you. You never knew me, and you never cared to know me. That stopped hurting when I was three. However, it is a little sad when your only blood relatives don't give a damn about you, isn't it? I want to ask you so many questions, find out so many things. I know next to nothing about my mother, and absolutely nothing about my father. How would you like your ickle duddikins to know nothing? If you two had been the ones killed, and my parents had raised him, would you really have wanted him to be treated as you've treated me? Think about it.
I don't really care about your opinion. I have a family that cares about me. They may not be my blood family, but their mine. And If I have my way, I will never have to see you- any of you- ever again. You have no idea how much I dreamed of some unknown relative sweeping me out of that bloody cupboard, and taking me home. I have escaped death, defeated a wizard that WOULD have happily killed you. I have kept your nearsighted little Muggle normalcy safe, and yet you do not realize what the consequences would have been had I not. When I was made a prefect, and later Head Boy, did I get congratulations? No. But as I said, I don't care. For today is my seventeenth birthday, and I am sitting in the small room that you allotted to me when I was 11. Amazing how the time flies, is it not? For when you wake, your unpaid servant will be gone, and you can forget that I ever existed.
I will be leaving you all a present. One that you can't get rid of. Dudley may even thank me for it, as he might even be able to get himself a girlfriend. I don't really care. But there is no way for you great Muggles to find me once I'm gone, and the Ministry has given be permission to help my poor, unfortunate, Muggle relatives. By the way, I checked into the chances of you two, or Dudley, having any magical children. As for you two, the chances are nil. You haven't a drop of magical blood in your veins. As for Dudley, it will depend on whom he marries.
Farewell, my most hated relatives. I bid you a very joyful farewell. May we never cross paths again, as my portkey is activating I five minutes, and ten minutes after that, I will be happily asleep in my bed at the Weasleys. I will be living with my family. If, for some odd reason you need to call on me, I've left a bit of powder. Throw it into the fire, and call my name. I should be able to hear you- If I feel like it.
Most Insincerely,
Harry Potter
Harry threw down his quill and smiled. He gathered the many letters from the past he had received, and reflected upon them. He levitated the newly finished letter out his door, and attached it to the door of the loo with a sticking charm. After glancing around the much hated room one last time, he placed his portkey on his trunk, and held on to in. Five…Four…Three…Two…One.
He felt the slight pull behind his navel, and was deposited at the Weasley's front door. He happily went up to Ron's room, where he shared his letters with his friend. He began with his mothers, knowing that Ron would not interrupt until he was sure that Harry was through. Though it was early in the morning, Hermione and Ron had both been waiting up for him, so they both sat back to listen as Harry's slightly shaky voice began to read the contents of the letter.
A/N- Well? Aren't you going to review? Huh, are ya?
I don't really know why I'm writing this. I mean, I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when I got this sudden and overwhelming urge to write. Perhaps it is the letters that you will never read that I am sitting her looking at. They make it seem like I should forgive you slightly, s if you will be concerned when you wake to find that your burden has been lifted. It's way to early in the morning, you know. I will be leaving soon. You really have no idea what my life has been like lately. After all, I'm just a stick in the side to you. You never knew me, and you never cared to know me. That stopped hurting when I was three. However, it is a little sad when your only blood relatives don't give a damn about you, isn't it? I want to ask you so many questions, find out so many things. I know next to nothing about my mother, and absolutely nothing about my father. How would you like your ickle duddikins to know nothing? If you two had been the ones killed, and my parents had raised him, would you really have wanted him to be treated as you've treated me? Think about it.
I don't really care about your opinion. I have a family that cares about me. They may not be my blood family, but their mine. And If I have my way, I will never have to see you- any of you- ever again. You have no idea how much I dreamed of some unknown relative sweeping me out of that bloody cupboard, and taking me home. I have escaped death, defeated a wizard that WOULD have happily killed you. I have kept your nearsighted little Muggle normalcy safe, and yet you do not realize what the consequences would have been had I not. When I was made a prefect, and later Head Boy, did I get congratulations? No. But as I said, I don't care. For today is my seventeenth birthday, and I am sitting in the small room that you allotted to me when I was 11. Amazing how the time flies, is it not? For when you wake, your unpaid servant will be gone, and you can forget that I ever existed.
I will be leaving you all a present. One that you can't get rid of. Dudley may even thank me for it, as he might even be able to get himself a girlfriend. I don't really care. But there is no way for you great Muggles to find me once I'm gone, and the Ministry has given be permission to help my poor, unfortunate, Muggle relatives. By the way, I checked into the chances of you two, or Dudley, having any magical children. As for you two, the chances are nil. You haven't a drop of magical blood in your veins. As for Dudley, it will depend on whom he marries.
Farewell, my most hated relatives. I bid you a very joyful farewell. May we never cross paths again, as my portkey is activating I five minutes, and ten minutes after that, I will be happily asleep in my bed at the Weasleys. I will be living with my family. If, for some odd reason you need to call on me, I've left a bit of powder. Throw it into the fire, and call my name. I should be able to hear you- If I feel like it.
Most Insincerely,
Harry Potter
Harry threw down his quill and smiled. He gathered the many letters from the past he had received, and reflected upon them. He levitated the newly finished letter out his door, and attached it to the door of the loo with a sticking charm. After glancing around the much hated room one last time, he placed his portkey on his trunk, and held on to in. Five…Four…Three…Two…One.
He felt the slight pull behind his navel, and was deposited at the Weasley's front door. He happily went up to Ron's room, where he shared his letters with his friend. He began with his mothers, knowing that Ron would not interrupt until he was sure that Harry was through. Though it was early in the morning, Hermione and Ron had both been waiting up for him, so they both sat back to listen as Harry's slightly shaky voice began to read the contents of the letter.
A/N- Well? Aren't you going to review? Huh, are ya?
