Title: letters to my greatest enemy - or is he?

Author: none other than me, Spy For The Right!

Disclaimer: don't own what you recognize.

Summary.

Sirius dies, and Harry is set on following him as soon as possible. He writes a last good-bye letter. Now who to write it to ...

Voldemort,

No, this letter is not cursed. No, this is not a trick, nor whatever the hell you're thinking. This is my last goodbye.

You might question why I would write my last goodbye to you. It's simple: you won't stop me.

I'm writing this letter because I want to warn you, too. Everyone always assumes that, because of something that my mother supposedly did, I am the Savior of the Light. Let me make one thing very clear.

I. Am. Not. Light.

In fact, I feel more of a pull towards dark. The only reason I fought against you is that you were trying to kill me.

But everyone thinks I'm light, because I made you disappear, because I fought against you, because I'm in gryffindor etc. But I actually feel that you're right: and not what everyone thinks your goals are, but your actual goals. New Harmony. Justice. Blah Blah.

Yes, I know your only real goal is to protect muggle-born and -raised students against harm, both before and after they go to Hogwarts. And I wholeheartedly agree with that.

You see, before Hogwarts I was placed at my Aunt and Uncle's house, where I was basically their Human House-Elf. Until the arrival of my first Hogwarts letter I was beat, stuffed in a cupboard, told to do chores and starved. After the arrival of said letter I was given a bedroom, yes, but no other things nor more food. Even after my first year, they shunned me and got rid of me as soon as they could; after I cleaned the car, painted the house etcetra etcetra.

All this because I was magical and they fear me. This is why I agree with you.

I also think that Albus Dumbledore is a lying, medling old fool.

He told me the prophecy after I got back from the Department of Mysteries. It goes like this:The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he shall have a power the Dark Lord knows not. And either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born as the seventh month dies.

This prophecy is, unfortunately, completely right. This, I discovered, when I attempted to hang myself and ended up hanging there for half an hour before I came to the conclusion that this didn't work. Neither does starvation, bloodloss, medication nor aiming my wand at myself and casting Avada Kedavra.

Back to the point: Dumbledore thinks the ''Power the Dark Lord knows not'' is Love.

I fell out of my chair laughing when he told me that. Really? love? What on earth am I supposed to do: hug you until you die of shock? Love is his solution to anything: he also believes that I survived the killing curse because my mom sacrificed herself for me.

Yeah, 'cause she was the only mother to do that.

What I wanted to warn you about: Dumbledore knows of your Horcruxes. I accidently destroyed the diary (Your bloody younger self attempted to kill me with a bloody basilisk, so I stabbed it with the fang of the, currently dead, snake.) and Dumb Old Whore knows of the Ring, The Locket, The Cup, The Diadem and Nagini. He also thinks I'm one: I looked it up and the human mind is too strong for such a constant invasion. So no, that's impossible.

The prophecy, however, still stands and with my current Death Wish I write this down.

The house where Harry James Potter resides is Number Four, Private Drive, Surrey.

(Dumb Old Whore made me the secret keeper after fourth year when you overcame the Blood Bond problem.)

- Harry Potter.