Summary: What would have happened if Dumbledore and his friends didn't believe Harry when he said that Voldemort had returned in GOF?
non omnis moriar- Not all of me shall die
dulce bellum inexpertis- War is sweet to those who have never fought
"Speech"
Thoughts
Letter/ Writing
Harry Potter was sitting on his bed at number four Privet Drive wondering how things had gone so wrong and why bad things always seemed to happen to him. He was telling the truth. Voldemort really was back. So why didn't anyone believe him? Harry sighed, thinking I suppose it's just my bad luck. He looked over towards his snowy owl, Hedwig, wondering if his friends were even going to write to him for his birthday tomorrow, July 31st. They seemed to all be ignoring him, even his godfather. Harry sighed Well, they can't ignore me all summer. Harry was right, the very next morning he received four letters. He got one from each of his two best friends: Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, one from his headmaster Professor Albus Dumbledore, and one from his Godfather, Sirius Orion Black.
Harry James Potter, how could you say that You-Know-Who is back? Do you have any idea how scared everyone would be if he was? You can't go around saying things like that, especially when they're not true. Did you even think about anyone's reactions? You are so thick-headed sometimes. I swear, you're going to get yourself into so much trouble, just you wait! I'll bet that Professor Dumbledore is furious with you. You really should be ashamed of yourself.
~Hermione
You've really done it this time mate; everyone is so mad at you. No one wants to be the one to tell you that you're a lying prat. There's no way You-Know-Who is back. So until you want to fess up and apologize, stay away from me and my family. The twins and Ginny say happy birthday.
~Ron
How could you Harry? I'm so disappointed in you. I do still wish you a happy birthday.
~Sirius
With shaking hands and tears in his eyes, Harry opened the last letter.
Mr. Potter I am very disappointed in you. I regret to inform you that if this continues you will not be invited back to Hogwarts for the coming school year.
~Professor Albus Dumbledore
Large tears were now rolling down Harry's face. They didn't believe him, no one did. Not even Sirius believed him, and now he might not be let back into Hogwarts. He couldn't believe it. "No, no, no. This isn't happening, this isn't happening. No, this can't be happening," Harry whispered over and over to himself as he cried. His snowy owl, Hedwig, hooted and flew over to him. She landed on his shoulder, nipping his ear affectionately. It was as if she was saying 'it's okay Harry'. He sighed, "Thanks Hedwig. You believe me, don't you?" The owl nipped Harry's ear again; he gave her a teary-eyed smile. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Thanks girl." Hedwig hooted happily as Harry stroked her. "I don't understand why no one believes me Hedwig. Is it really so hard to believe that Voldemort is back? I mean, I wouldn't ever lie about something as serious as this. I really wouldn't." Harry was crying by now. "Why does everyone think I'm a liar?" He managed to choke out loudly between heart wrenching sobs.
"Boy! Get down here, now!" Harry's Uncle Vernon shouted. Wiping his tears away and sighing, Harry left his room and went downstairs to where his uncle was. He arrived on the first floor to find his uncle sitting on the couch in the living room. "Start making dinner boy. Then I expect you to get out of my sight, understand?"
"Yes Uncle," Harry murmured before disappearing into the kitchen. After looking around for a moment, Harry grabbed the steaks that had been marinating in the fridge under his watchful eye since yesterday afternoon. Harry also prepared potatoes, butternut squash, corn, salad, chicken, fish, asparagus, gravy, alfredo sauce, pasta, pizza, bagels, tacos, roasted chinchillas, and numerous desserts. In short it was enough food to feed an army, or, the Dursley family and their guests. Hearing a knock on the door, Harry quickly pulled the last pie out of the oven, set it on the windowsill to cool, and ran up to his room before he could be seen.
"Ah! You must be the-" Vernon's voice was cutoff by a tapping on the window. Harry sighed, another letter. The teen pulled the letter out of the envelope and read.
To Mr. Harrison (Harry) James Potter,
It has come to our attention that your possible expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is imminent. Our school, Sacria, would like to offer you a place. If you choose not to accept, then very well. If you do accept, then we will come to show you the full benefits of what you could learn. Sacria would like to offer you a new life, a new name, new friends, and a new family. We can offer you so much; all you need do is accept. If you do choose to accept the offer, Sacria will send someone to assist you quickly. Simply speak the spell "dulce bellum inexpertis" to accept.
Sincerely,
Amber Grave (Headmistress of Sacria)