AN: this story has been rumbling around i wanted to get it out. basic: dumbles don't finish the wards and harry gets the letters. but his favs are from a former death eater and a head of a house. how will these letters change Harry?

Warnings: sirius is dark and the head of black house.

severus is dark but on the side of the light but is dark

possibly eventual slash

no lily didn't give up magic, they just made that story up. you'll understand later(if u read the chap/story)

Spawn of Potter,

I shall admit I have no reason for writing this letter; no doubt Albus has erected wards to prevent the empty words of your undying fans to inflate your ego, which no doubt will still be as large as the black sea.

It is odd, I must admit to be writing this letter, and I cannot explain it except that a feeling propelled me to write to you.

I hold empathy for you; I shall never feel sorry for you but I will feel regret for my actions. It is my fault that your parents are dead. I must say that I did not plead for your life or your father's, but I did plead for your mother's. They say it was her love that saved you. I hold no misconceptions that she did no love you, but I was there when other mothers and fathers tried to sacrifice themselves to save their child. None have succeeded. So I feel compelled to ask, what is so special about you?

But alas, my questions shall never be answered for you will grow up to be a blithering idiot. Yet I can't help but want to see the man you will turn out to be. I want to see what the boy-who-lived will turn out to be. Against my will I hold hope for you and that you will be fairly competent and not like your father.

Try not to crush my ill-placed aspiration too much.

Retired death eater,

S.S.

Potter Heir,

I do not care for you or your parents but I feel I must explain myself for why I'm not there to take care of you. No doubt Dumbledore is happily sucking on those infernal muggle candies with joy.

It was a game to me, to pass off as a Gryffindor when I was truly a snake. I threatened the hat to put me in the house instead of my rightful home in Slytherin. It was fun, being able to prank, the lighthearted ones and the crueler, more satisfying ones. Your father, also a prankster, contacted me and we joined together with two others. As typical Gryffindors, the three thought of us as best of friends, not unlike adoptive brothers. I knew about little whiny Peter being a death eater and that is why I feel the need to explain myself. For it is my fault that your parents died at the hands of the dark lord.

I knew he was a lowly death eater but I also knew he was a spineless rat. I thought I knew his character when I guessed he was to scared to even utter a sound near the dark lord or that he was even in contact with him, I thought he was so low that he never saw or talked to the dark lord, but it seemed I was wrong. Like the game I was playing with your father's feelings, I wanted to play with the dark lord. I knew he was after your family and what better way to mess with him then to have one of his men know the location of those he found impossible to find? One that was to scared to speak up? It would be right under his nose and I was going to watch how my 'prank' worked out and played into a bigger plan.

I know now that I was wrong. I feel sympathy for you. Not that irksome pity you will no doubt get when you enter our world. No, I do not pity you.

I was enraged; I wanted to kill the rat. How dare he mess up my plans? So I went off to kill him. Yet as the sneaky whiny rat he was, he escaped and blamed the death of muggles on me. Knowing I would be convicted, I left.

I have one more thing to say before I end this letter. You are strong. Your mother, Lily, was not as strong as you; yes she was strong willed, but not magically strong. I wish to see how you end up. Hopefully better than your parents or the sniveling rat.

Become the true Potter Heir.

Do not waste my hope,

S.B.

Colors whirled around, lighting up the night sky. Petunia woke up when a bright flash of pink passed by a window facing the king sized bed. Startled, she went outside to see what was going on. She had her money on Mrs. Fixture's boy. Dying his hair blonde, next he'll be getting tattoos and setting fire to her daisies! Sure of what was going on, she grabbed the bat Vernon always left in the hallway by the stairs.

Silently walking down the stairs, she positioned the bat in the standard swinging position. With the bat grasped firmly and resting on her shoulder, she unwrapped one hand from the bat and opened the door only to see a much more horrifying scene than what the Fixture boy could ever do to her daisies.

There, standing in neon yellow and purple dress like thing, was a man with wiry white hair and long beard, waving around a stick. She paled, the blood leaving her head so fast she felt faint. There, in front of her house was a wizard. Doing something to her house. No doubt trying to cause trouble or mess up her good lawn and flowers.

It seemed the man finally noticed her standing in the doorway.

"Ah, Petunia dear!" who was this freak and how did he know her name? If it was a he at all? "I'm almost done setting up the wards to the house! You see, young Lily died late this evening and as the closest blood relative, you must take in young Harry!" was he crazy? Telling her happily that her sister died and she now had to take care of the child. Petunia quickly decided that yes, this man was crazy. But more importantly, how did he find them and didn't he know that Lily out grew that freakishness and settled down with a nice policeman named James?

No matter. She wouldn't stand for this freakishness and she wouldn't let her nephew be exposed to the freak. It was a proven fact that it was contagious, just look at her sister. Luckily it was curable.

"Now see here you law breaker! I want you off my property at once or I'm calling the cops and getting the gun!" she yelled.

The man-thing got a distressed look in his eyes.

"Madame you don't seem to understand-"

"I understand just fine now get!" she ran up to the man and swung the bat near the man's face and genitals.

Not wanting to hurt the women, the old man fled without completing the wards.

Once the man left, Petunia walked over to the basket on the doorstep and picked it up and looked at her nephew. She saw the scar on his forehead and made her decision right there.

Her nephew obviously had been exposed to the freaks too long and now she needed to fix him. With that, she entered the house, never noticing the two owls that swooped overhead and dropped letters into her nephew's basket, getting lost in the folds of the blankets.

god i hate spell check and writing in the edit section. sorry for the first one. please review.