Summary; The Order gets a letter from Harry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
"words" = speaking
words = letter
Dumbledore looked up from his food as Hedwig landed on the dining room table. It was dinner time at Grimmauld Place. Mrs. Weasley, noticing the letter attached to Hedwig's leg, promptly removed the envelope and opened it up. Hedwig then flew away. "It's from Harry!" Mrs. Weasley frowned and began to read the letter aloud to the Order (the entire Order of the Phoenix was there for dinner).
Dear Order of the Roasting Pigeon (No offense Fawks),
It is I, Harry Potter, writing to let you all know that I have defected to the Dark Side. This really doesn't seem so shocking to me, but that may be because I am the one writing this letter. Don't try to find me or stop us. With me on their side, the Dark is now unstoppable. Or so Hedwig tells me. Please accept these cookies. We never run out on the Dark Side. Good luck trying to defeat us.
Love From,
Harry Potter
P.S. Yes I am, in fact, fucking Voldemort. So, stop wondering!
Mrs. Weasley and the rest of the Order stared in shock as a basket of cookies appeared beside the discarded envelope on the table. Dumbledore had dropped the spoon he was using to eat his soup and voiced the unanimous opinion held by all.
"Oh, shit!"
*The End*
