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A/N: This idea just came to me
yes; I know this idea has been done countless times. However, I wanted to write one as well.
Harry was downright frustrated the tournament was over Cedric was dead and he had all of Hufflepuff saying he had murdered him to win. Harry growled softly Dumbledore was up to something and wasn't telling Harry a thing about it.
Harry was tired of all the secrecy and the whispers. He just wanted some damn answers and all anyone would tell him was "Harry you are far too young yet. Harry just be patient soon you will know everything." Well Harry was fed up he wanted some damn answers and he positive he knew of one person or reptile depending on how you looked at him. That would tell him everything that he wanted to know for no other reason than to hurt him and torment him.
Harry sat down in the corner of the astronomy tower and pulled out his parchment and quill and began his letter.
Dear Dark Lord,
I refuse to call you my lord because you aren't. Seriously, what was up with what you did in the cemetery A duel to the death… honestly I am just a kid and you are a full grown trained wizard. I know you have like some sixty years' experience over me. So yeah, I do believe you would be the victor in that match. The only reason I got away was pure unadulterated dumb luck and we both know that is the truth of the matter.
What was the deal with our wands by the way? I remember Olivander saying something about we share the same core… think he called it brother wands. Long story short we can't duel each other with them if I understand it right.
Why are you after me? What was it that made you to decide to come after me as a baby? And for that matter; what the hell happened that the curse rebounded? No one will ever convince me that it was my mother's love that saved me.
You want to know why? Because of this, how many other mothers have died for their children and their children still died? Is Dumbledore trying to say that my mother loved me more than those other mothers loved their children? Somehow, I just do not believe that. There is more to what happened than her trying to save me.
Which I still have never figured out why the hell she tried to lock us up in the nursery…. That was freaking stupid as hell. She should have went out the back door ran through the anti- apperatiion ward and apperated us the hell out of there. But, what the hell do I know?
next question why am I seeing what you do every night? Do you have any idea how disturbing that is? Other teen-age boys get really, nice, hot, steamy sexy dreams. Me… I get stuck with you. No offense but, you are not someone I want to dream about.
That leads me to this question why the hell am I being thrown in the middle of this damn war? I want nothing to do with either you or Dumbledore. I am tired of all the secrets and the whispering behind my back not to mention; I am tired of everyone wanting to hide behind me. I am not Jesus Christ nor am I Merlin reincarnate. I am just Harry and I would enjoy having a nice somewhat normal life for a change.
Please write me back and tell me what the hell is going on,
Harry James Potter