Harry sat on his bed, legs crossed, staring up at the plain bare ceiling, slowly he lowered his head to study more. He couldn't help the fact that the books he was reading, he had read, reread, then reread again all within the first week of coming home. He wanted more books, more knowledge, more power. Harry had already begun his change. This year everyone at Hogwarts would learn of the true Harry Potter, how he was smart, deadly, powerful, agile, cunning and so much more. He had sent letters to his supposed friends telling them that their acquaintance was no longer necessary. He had simply sent them a letter stating what was to be happening surrounding their friendship and other details about money, image and alliances. He sent these letters to Ron and the rest of the Weasley's minus Fred and George, Seamus, Dean, Albus Dumbledore and Hermione.
Dear fakes and frauds,
I already know the circumstances surrounding your befriending me, you were paid with my own money, from my own vault, to keep me in line. Well, this is not the case anymore, I will be going to Diagon Alley, today to cut off all money being given to you and to reclaim ALL the money and assets that you have taken. Your acquaintance is no longer necessary as I have decided to stop hiding from who I am and to show everyone the real me. Goodbye.
Harry.
Harry had reread the various replies and laughed at each one. He had even received a congratulations off of the twins with a slight question as to whether he was still their friend. He had replied promptly with a 'of course, you dark twisted fools' which they would understand and that was that.
Ron had stated for the whole Weasley family that they didn't have a clue what Harry was on about and to not got to Diagon Alley as their was no money or assets being taken from his vault and instead asked him to come to The Burrow to talk about what was going on. Hermione had claimed that only Ron had asked for money and assets out of spite and that she had grown to love him as a brother, she hadn't meant to lie to him at first but needed money for books. Hermione claimed that she was sorry. Dumbledore replied saying he didn't understand Harry's logic in sending such letters as they could hurt his friends and now was not the time to be joking around. That was it. All Dumbledore had to say was don't hurt your friends, Harry. For the most part Dean and Seamus seemed generally surprised within their letters but the blatant knowledge of the money being taken was enough to make Harry want to curse them into oblivion.
Coming back to his surroundings and realising that while he had been lost in thought, an hour and a half had passed by thus he decided to finally write a reply to Tom. 'Tom' Harry thought to himself, Tom had become an important part of his life over the last seven days and they had been communicating constantly. The last letter that Tom had sent had, had a powder enclosed within, a powder that would kill his filthy, disgusting, abusive, repugnant relatives and make it seem as if it was of natural causes. He knew the right time, the right place and was excited to see it happen.
Dear Tom,
Ah, my favourite mastermind, evil genius in the whole, wide world. Have I ever told you how brilliant and charming you are? I love the present you have gifted me and cannot wait to use it. I only see one problem with the powder, though. Dudley is not even close to having a death of natural causes so, perhaps death by fear and torture would be more sufficient? Perhaps this could take place in your manor? Thank you so much for the powder though, like seriously, my aunt and uncle will never see it coming. HA! I will be using the powder the night before our meeting on the 30th of July. This way I can say I was 'running away from what I thought was an attempt on my life as I came downstairs to see my relatives supposedly murdered. Easy enough. How easy this was. Brilliant minds ay? Well, well, well... and if I was a submissive, Mr. Riddle? What would your plans be exactly? Just wondering, also ;). Are you a dominant by any chance? Just guessing. So yeah, moving on, you know how I was being really, really nice, at the beginning of the letter, I have a favour to ask of you. I know this is of course absurd because you have done so much for me already but I could really use some more study material, could you possibly send me some books on the Dark Arts, History of Magic, DADA, Occlumency, Dark Artifacts in Modern Day and Parseltongue? If not, I completely understand and don't worry about it.
P.S I've realised that we have never actually asked each other how are you so here it is.. Hey Tom, how are you? Also, record the time. Ha. Its for a bet with Hedwig.
Yours,
Harry
After signing his name at the bottom of the parchment, Hedwig automatically hopped down from her perch and claimed the letter in her beak and mere seconds latter she took flight with a flourish of wings and a determination to get there faster than she had before. 'She really is taking this challenge way too seriously' Harry thought to himself. He had bet Hedwig four mice that she couldn't beat 30 minutes to get there and the deal was that he would record the time she left and Tom would have to record in his reply the time she arrived. It wasn't possible. Was it?
Tom Riddle had been contemplating on whether or not Harry would use the powder and if he did when would he do it and how. His mind had been conjuring up the various different ways it could come about and when the most beneficial time to use it would be and came up with a few scenarios. His favourite was the last one that had came to him as a fleeting thought but then made perfect sense and the timing was most reliable and benefiting to Harry. Harry would most likely use the powder on the evening of the 30th of July, the night before their meeting, therefore giving himself a cover for why he had left so suddenly. Claiming he was fearing for his life he would leave and if asked why he didn't report it he would be able to claim that he had ran to find the order or something of that sort. It was brilliant. It was mad.. 'I wonder whether or not Harry would do it this way'
Looking up from his musings at the bird pecking his window, madly he crossed the room to allow Hedwig access to his room. When perched, he realised she was wearing a watch around one foot. What? "What in the name of Merlin are you wearing that for?" Tom asked Hedwig. Hedwig replied by lowering her head to the watch and then giving him a stare that could have killed. Understanding, he looked at the watch and saw a timer 32:43 he stopped the timer not really understanding what was going on. Sighing Hedwig pecked him, lifting her beak to his hand so that Tom could take the letter.
Reading through the letter, he started to smile, then reaching the end could not help but laugh aloud at the bet part. he took 4 minutes off of the time to allow for him having to walk to the window and allowing Hedwig access and then not understanding what in Salazar's name was going on, recorded the time and began his reply.
Dear Harry,
28:43, what kind of bet? Has she won?
As Tom was writing this a commotion outside of his quarters alerted him to company, so, rising from his seat at his desk, he crossed the room and opened the door to see Bellatrix Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy and Draco Malfoy fighting over who was to knock on the door. Finally, realising that their Lord was in front of them they bowed before waiting for permission to rise. Giving permission, Tom looked at each of them waiting for one of them to speak. After a minute of silence, he looked at Draco and asked with a menacing tone and a slight hiss to his voice "Well, Mr. Malfoy, you have news, I trust?" "Y- Yes, my Lord, whilst researching we found some rather distressing news that not even Pott- Harry may be aware of. Yo- You see, Harry had many glamours on his body, mind and magic. They must be removed immediately for if they are not the effects will be irreversible. It must happen before his 17th birthday." Draco rushed his information before looking down, flinching, waiting to be punished. Tom's face softened regardless of his worry. "Well done, Draco. Thank you. Is there any spell to do this? What must be done? Draco began to fill the Dark Lord in on the necessary steps to break the glamours and compelling charms on Harry.
After hearing all of this, Tom decided he must inform Harry of this new development, regardless of whether or not Harry would be angry.
Dear Harry,
28:43, what kind of bet? Has she won? I would be delighted to send the requested books - here they are with you, now. I did wonder why you were buttering me up with such compliments. Now I know why. Ha. Well, I can't tell you what I would do to you, Harry. That would ruin the fun, don't you agree? All I will say is that you'd be begging for it, you'd love it and you'd want more. I am a dominant and I know you are a submissive, I can feel it. Can you feel it? Ah, well you see Harry, each person it is subjected to will have a different death - for example your uncle Vernon may just die of diabetes, whereas Petunia could die of untreated irritable bowel syndrome you never know. Furthermore, I am fine, Harry, yourself?
P.S I must inform you of some distressing news my followers have alerted me just mere minutes ago. You have many glamour and compelling charms surrounding you, Harry, and when I say many I mean many, mind charms, appearance charms, magic charms and they all must be removed before your 17th birthday or else they will be irreversible due to blood magic.
Please write me back, as soon as possible.
Yours,
Tom
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