Story: The (Not-So-)Black Letters

Summary: Harry sends a surprising letter to Headmaster Dumbledore. He's joined Voldemort. What Dumbledore doesn't understand is why Harry has to keep sending mail...mail that reads itself aloud, nonetheless...during breakfasts...at the Great Hall!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of his characters. I (sadly) do not make any profit from this.

Hope you enjoy it!

Hum...English is my second language, so please point out the errors so I can correct them.

Thank you Draeconin for pointing out some of the errors :)


It was morning in the Great Hall.

Most students were already sitting at the tables, having breakfast and sharing mumbled, sleepy conversations over the eggs and toast.

A white owl flew inside the Hall suddenly and dived towards the Headmaster, carrying a black letter in her beak.

She dropped it on his plate, ignoring the way every eye in the Hall was trained on her –it was, after all, quite unusual for an owl to come in before mail time. Some of the looks she was getting were apprehensive, worried about the news such an urgent letter would carry, thought most were simply curious.

The Headmaster was reaching for the letter, about to open it, when it suddenly floated by itself until it was at eye-level, easily seen by every person in the Hall. It swiftly started talking in an eerie cold voice, full of icy anger, that carried through the Hall, easily gaining everyone's attention and shaking it's occupants out of their morning stupor.

"Dear Albus many names Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and ruthless Chessmaster,

Hello, Albus. It's me, Harry Potter, all-around Hero and Hailed Saviour of the Wizarding World, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Britain's-Last-Hope.

I've got a message for you, from our common friend, dear old Tom. You remember him, don't you? Tall, charming fellow, dark hair, sky-blue eyes? Rings any bells? I believe he goes by Voldemort now.

'Checkmate'

By the way, don't bother looking for me. I'm already gone.

Love,

Harry"

The Hall stared in silence at the Head Table before bursting in terrified conversation. Noise filled the Great Hall, as the students whispered, whimpered, speculated, shouted and in general, fell into chaos.

Looking in horror at the black letter, which had at some point started smoking, Dumbledore tried to regain the students' attention.

'I am sure,' he stated, striving to appear calm and collected yet not completely managing it 'that this is but another of Voldemort's plots. I will contact Harry as soon as possible and he will certainly confirm this is only a ruse, meant, no doubt, to create distrust in our midst.'

The Hall quietened down, though some students didn't seem to feel reassured by the Headmaster's words. The smirking Slytherins may have had something to do with that.


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