I lied. Sorry it took so long, I got busy with high school.
Reyts: You better be sorry, I wanted to know wat happened!
Dude, Reyts, stop screaching in my ear man.
Reyts: NO!
Fine, whatever. Again I own nothingl
Voldemort stared at the snowy owl, obviously Potter's, who stood on his desk, leg outstretched and eyes sad. Angered, he snatched the letter from the bird, intent on finding out what the only person who had the gall to write him had to say. He never noticed the sad looking owl settle in on his desk.
Dear Tom,
I am tired.
I am tired of the manipulation, of the pain, of the blood. And most of all I am tired of death. And so I will sleep.
"The sleepy lion rests within the serpent's lair."
That's what Draco told me when I would flee to the Slytherin dorms on the nights my so-called friends wouldn't leave me alone. And, although I know you probably won't listen to me about this, I begged Draco not to tell you; I wanted to go on my own terms, not when you wanted to kill me, so blame me, not him.
The Weasly's, asides from the twins and Charlie, are dead, and I would like to keep it that way. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the twins joined you, they always were rather dark, but the only side they wanted to be on was mine. They'll do well as strategists if you take them. And, I ask not as an enemy, not as a follower, but as an equal who knows the horrid things a muggle family can do, please keep my only friends safe if they turn to you.
It's funny how the only one I trust to turn to is my enemy, but the thing is I understand how you feel. The only reason I fought was to defend myself. But now all I'm going to do is sleep.
Wreak havoc Tom, and kick the old goat's arse.
From Harry
P.s. Your Basilisk is alive and well hidden in the Chamber. She's waiting for you.
Voldemort hissed angrily, hand fisting the crumpled letter, as he looked to the sad owl. How dare Dumbledore manipulate another child, when he specifically warned him of the consequences if he ever found out? In a flourish he stood, holding an arm out to the owl, who hopped on sedately. Voldemort stalked from the room.
He had a death to announce and a bloodbath to plan.
I hope the next chapter doesn't take so long to post.