Warnings: AU, middle of sixth year, spoilers through HBP, teenage melodrama ahead. Also, I was on a vampire kick when I wrote this. This was originally part of an idea for a much longer story, but I nixed it.
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Dear Headmaster Dumbledore,
It has come to my attention that you are a manipulative old coot with little regard for human decency. The blame for my entire miserable childhood can be laid at your feet. My placement with my aunt and uncle was directly contrary to my parents' will and against the advice of many witches and wizards of sound judgment. Then you compounded the mistake by leaving me completely alone, not once checking on me in ten years. For all you knew, I could have been hit by a car. Not very strategic of you, considering you knew Voldie was coming back and I was the only one who could stop him.
You knew about the Sorceror's Stone, and if you had only been straight with me, I never would have had to face him when I was eleven. And how is it that you always know everything, but are missing at the crucial moment? Lockhart should never have been left in charge of finding Ginny. I should not have had to save myself from Dementors. I should never have been allowed to participate in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. You should not have kept the Prophecy secret from me, and above all you should not have used me like a pawn. You simply assumed that I would fight your battle, and made sure I felt beholden to you so that I was sure to do so.
The simple facts are that you could have stopped Tom a long time ago, and you chose not to. This is your mess, not mine.
Your greatest mistake, Dumbles, was not, as you put it, in 'loving me too much.' Your greatest mistake was in keeping vital information from me and making me dance to your tune.
Why didn't you tell me the full truth?
By the way, your precious Order of the Flaming Turkey made yet another big mistake this summer. Guess what? I was attacked by Death Eaters. Don't worry, I killed them. Downside is they killed me, too. I got a bit of help at the last minute, and my reluctant savior has been seeing to it that I have the skills to survive without depending on "sheer dumb luck" or convenient godfathers to die for me.
By the way, why didn't anyone give me an emergency portkey or a way to contact the Order or anything?
Thanks for finally letting me in on Tom's secret. I know what I have to do now. Of course, it occurs to me that you lied to me about my connection to Snake-face all last year. Did you think I wouldn't want to know that I'm carting around a piece of pure evil? Did it occur to you that maybe I should know that I would have to die to beat your Dark wizard? If I had known, I would have spent the money in my vault much faster, at the very least.
In some ways, you are worse than dear Tom. He at least has been honest about his intentions. Mass destruction and the desire to rule forever are pretty straightforward motivations. You, on the other hand, have plots within plots all hidden behind that accursed twinkle.
I'm tired of being taken for granted and abused. I'm sick of being worshipped and persecuted by turns for no good reason.
I quit.
Have fun with your power-hungry Dark Wizard. I'm thinking of visiting Fiji. Catch some rays, relax on the beach, that sort of thing.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
PS: Draco wanted to come along. Seeing as I am the one who got him away from Tom, I figured that'd be ok.
