Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

This story takes place in the summer after 5th year.

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Dear Order of The Phoenix,

I suppose you are all expecting Potter's letter to tell all of you powerless pack of mudbloods and traitors that he's alive. Well, he wasn't exactly able to write this, so I thought he would appreciate me alerting his 'protectors'.

Have fun picking out his coffin.

-Lord Voldemort

P.S. The blood is Harry's.

Fred and George looked up from the bloody and red stained note with a disbelieving look in their identical eyes. "Bloody hell..."

"Boys?" Mr. Weasley said as he entered the kitchen. "Oh! Is that Harry's letter? It has been three days since he last wrote. I do hope he tells more about the invention of the rubber duck this time and- Fred, is something wrong?"

"Just read it." They whispered at the same time. Arthur scanned the paper and his cheesy grin faded.

"ALBUS! ALASTOR! MINERVA!" He screamed as loudly as possible and put a locking charm on the curtain of Mrs. Black. His eyes didn't leave the paper until Albus swiped it out of his clammy hands.

"Minerva, send a party out to Harry's relatives. HURRY!" The headmaster boomed.

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Harry Potter stared out if his window and sighed. This summer had been rough on him so far. With Sirius dead...

He shook his head to clear his mind. Can't think of him now. The Boy Who Lived thought while he stood up to grab a quill and parchment. He started to write:

-Order

For the record, still alive.

-Harry

This was a usual letter for the Order. His depressed and angry mind couldn't put more down on paper than that. He'd always wrote more for Snuffles... No! Don't think about him. Don't think how it was your fault and how it was your own stupidity that killed him. Harry paused in his rant of self pity. I'm sorry Sirius.

He wiped the tears that ran down his face away opened the window for Hedwig, the snowy owl, to come in. As soon as Harry lifted it up she bolted in and squeecked, hooted, squacked, and some more unrecognizable sounds.

Harry put a soothing hand on her back. "It's all right, Hedwig. It's all right. What's wrong girl?" She screeched again and pecked the window.

"Hedwig, it's fine it's just-" He saw two black figures stop in front of his house. "Hedwig! Go to the Order and take this with you." Harry added more to the note.

-Order

For the record, still alive. (For now...) Can only just send this to you. Think Tom's outside, Professor Dumbledore, you need to check by Snuffles's mir-

He just stopped writing and dropped the note as he heard a bang downstairs followed by a scream. Harry put his enchanted mirror in his pocket and he pulled out his holly and phoenix feather wand and crept down the rickety staircase.

"Hello Potter, sorry I'm late. It took awhile to break your mother's charm." a sinister voice gloated in front of him. "Crucio!"

Pain flooded the boy's senses, but he refused to scream as the pain ebbed away from his entire body. However his scar burned like no tommorow and started to bleed.

"Oh, does that hurt Potter? I could give you a painless death if you tell me where those mudbloods and traitors are hiding." Voldemort poked his wand in front of my baggy, sleep deprived emerald eyes. "Tell me or you will be tortured mercilessly. They'll all die anyway, they can't stop me. And after I kill that old crackpot Dumbledore your 'Order' will be nothing."

Harry's eyes glittered in anger. "Albus Dumbledore is twice the wizard you are, and I'll never rat on my family." He emphasized rat as he spied Wormtail cowering behind Voldemort.

The Dark Lord rolled his eyes. "Well Potter, you just made my day more fun. Animinotverto!"

Harry's eyes widened and swiftly put up a shield charm. But, that couldn't stop the snakelike man's attack. Harry tried to aviod the ray of silver light, but it followed him like a heat seeking missle and hit him square in the chest.

The evil man stepped over his body, feeling no remorse. Voldemort

walked upstairs and went to the boy's bedroom he remembered from his enemy's mind. The snake saw an empty bird cage and chuckled.

"Always playing the hero, eh Potter? Couldn't stand to have your bird be killed by me either?" He scanned the room for anything useful for blackmail when he saw a note on the floor. Skimming the messy, slanted writing he laughed again. "Pathetic Potter. Not even any useful information, but I could have fun with this..."

Riddle grabbed the letter and wrote his own on the back. He pointed his wand at the flimsy, now red with Harry's blood, parchment and sent it to the blood traitors the boy called friends.

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Minerva threw down her floo powder quickly and yelled, "Dursley Residence!"

The chimney swept her up in ash and carried her through to Potter's relatives fire place that they had cleared out in case of an emergancy. (Of course Harry had done this. Not his uncle.) She fell onto hard ground and looked around.

Now Minerva had never been inside this house. However she had a pretty good idea of what it should've looked like: clean, polished, overly normal... Definatly not how it looked now. There were blood stains everywhere, but mostly in a pool at the foot of the stairs and harry's wand. She saw two fat bodies and one skinny one sticking out of a cupboard under the stairs and almost gagged.

The transfiguration professor picked up the wand and paniced. "Potter?! Harry?! HARRY POTTER?!"

She lept over the blood and rushed up the stairs and opened the first door she saw, Petunia and Vernon's room. It was neat and tidy and the sight of it disgusted her. She knew how these people were. "Potter, are you in here?"

No answer came to her.

Minerva continued on going from room to room searching until she got to one door. It had at least twenty outside locks down the side and a wooden bar across the middle of it. And there was a cat door built in. They had really wanted to keep someone in... Must be Harry's room. Minerva thought as she pushed the door open.

The educator gasped as she gazed around the teenager's room. It was a complete disaster area. Books and parchment were strewn around and tacked up on the wall was a copy of Voldemort's letter. He must've done more damage after he sent that letter. she concluded.

The refined woman untacked the note and thought she saw quill marks showing through to the front of the parchment. So she turned it over to find Harry's original note. Her eyes zipped through it and just stared.

"I'm so sorry Harry... We should have never left you here." she sighed guiltily.

There was that last messy sentance though. 'Professor Dumbledore, you need to check by Sirius's mir-' What did that mean? She looked around the room again when she saw a small mirror on Harry's bed. Mr. Black's Mirror!

Minerva ran to the bed and snatching the mirror and the spare note before she disapperated to Headquarters.

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Wow! I think that's my longest chapter EVER!!

Kirby

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