A/N before we start. I am generally a beta, but I need to publish this to become one anyway. So this is a fluffy one shot, I like to call, 'Besties'.
Entering his room up the stairs, Harry James Potter couldn't understand how his young life had went from euphoria, to worry, to loss, and now to lonely and physically hurt (Thanks, Uncle Vernon). He begun to quickly write to Hermione; she would like to know if he was alright. And Ron, because he knew only Ron's brain dead chatter could partly distract him. Once the letters were done, he flopped on his bed, and sobbed for the loss of his beloved godfather.
In a secret lair somewhere, a certain Dark Lord screeched
"WORMY, YOU IDIOT, MY HEAD IS SAD! Make it better... Arghhh!" Quickly Wormtail rushed to his master's side, ever faithful and butt-kissing.
"My lord?"
"Wormy, be a lamb and fetch me some paper?"...
Dear Boy-who-makes-my-life-a-living-hell.
Voldemort here! Can you like, stop messing up my brain. Like seriously Potter, how's an evil genius supposed to sleep or plot with your depression. Oh yeah, you lost your godfather. Geez I'm sorry, I uh will make Bellatrix apologise, and I should too, I killed ya parents! LOL! I'm sorry, that was insensitive.
Again, sorry.
Lord Voldemort. Call me Tom. Xxx
Dear Tom,
Thanks for the sympathetic ear, it means a lot. And I accept YOUR apology, however I need a letter confirming Bellatrix's apology, from her. My parents weren't that great. My father was a prat and bully, and my mother was a selfish git who was... I'm sorry, rambling! If you reply, (and that'd be great) could you send food, the muggles don't feed well here.
Your new friend, Harry.
Harry,
Thanks, I will get on Bellatrix apologising right away! What do you mean they don't feed you? Do I need to come down there? Chicken wings, pumpkin juice, cauldron cakes, and much more is on its way. Wormy cooked it! Perhaps you could come over in the summer sometime! I'd pick you up, we'd play some games, then I'd drop you off at Hogwarts?
Tom xxx
Tom,
Sorry, I can't, Dumble-whore won't let me! I hear he's been sleeping around with Snape! Euurhg! Anyway, I'd be happy converse over letters this holidays, maybe the next, or Christmas!
Harry xxx
Conversing many more times, (300 letters between them, 500 of words per letter) Harry and Tom became besties, until August 30th... That night had children everywhere crying of this bit, it was that SAD!
Tom,
The owl service has been infiltrated by ministry officials. It's hard to talk. I'm leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow. Can't talk until Christmas.
Love, Harry. Xxx
That was the night when Wormtail found Voldemort sobbing in a slightly comatose state, firewhisky in one hand and a letter in the other. Almost inaudibly, on his way out, he heard Voldemort mutter
"Until Christmas, Bestie..."
Ahah! Over. Please check out 'Christmas Besties', and 'Chocolate Fun'. Review, laugh, cry, and smile at this happy little bestie fic. Also to clear up anything, they are just Besties, imagine Harry Potter and a 66yr old man.
