Letters with my murdering, possibly psychotic arch nemesis-
(A/n Hello and welcome to this little story. I am insanely bored and now have an idea. To the readers of my Snarry I AM SOOOOO sorry. My comp crashed and that file was on it and I dunno how to write more on it so you'll have to wait for my blockage to be over.
PLEASE accept this Voldemort/Harry story as compensation.
In short; Harry wakes from a nightmare in the first week after the Ministry mishap/Sirius's death and being sent home from Hogwarts for vacation and being the hormonal teenager he is he sends off an annoyed ranting letter to the source of most of his problems! Enter Voldemort and lots of chaos that is sure to follow! Slash pairings" Voldemort/Harry Lucius/Severus and any others I can dream up.
Warning: It's slash…aka there shall be the SEX, drinking, smoking, bad language, cutting, other mischief, mean names, you know my protocol if you've read my other stories XD
Disclaimer: This is purely a fragment of my ADHD, overactive, caffeine occluded mind. I do not own the characters or anything from the Harry Potter Universe. DO NOT SUE ME. )
-x-
-x-
Harry was panting as he forced himself into a sitting position and swallowed the bile that rose in his throat; of course he hadn't been allowed lunch or dinner the previous day, he had been bad. That nightmare(memory) was just…wrong.
He looked up and saw Hedwig on the windowsill, Tom's reply tied on her left leg. Harry reached for it and untied the message and turned the lamp on at the same time. He really and desperately needed a distraction.
God-only-know-what-time-it-is! July 6th, 1996
Dear Tom,
Yes I called you Tom, get over it it's your name. I don't particularly care for my name but I don't go around using an anagram to ignore it. (And don't even start the BWL bull, I didn't make that up and it's not an anagram anyways so…neyeeh!)
And to answer your question, my wrist being twisted so hard I thought it was broken for a while might give you a clue. And to actually be redundant, seeing how you weren't, bite me.
Why do you have insomnia? Anyone ever tell you or did they just tell you you had it? And 'holy craps alive' you once again admitted you are capable of something human…but to end that… I know you realize you are human at least somewhat…but you LOOK like a snake-human hybrid…after about a decade past their prime.
I don't care. You were BORN over 50 years ago. You are old enough to be my GRANDfather. So therefore you are OLDIE! And who says I'm healthy? But who are you to be saying; you don't even have a nose. So question my health when you actually look alive.
A political campaign, huh? That actually makes sense. You talk like a wanking politician. Come to think of it, so do most pure-bloods I've met. Starting to understand your point a touch more. I wouldn't put it past Dumbledick (MY WORD TOO!) to meddle in perfectly sane peoples' lives until they snap.
Apparently there are blood wards here that protect me from you. (Bollocks there is. I can sense the wards here are thin enough to break down with a feather!) Plus if he didn't strand me here every summer I might actually grow up to be a functioning person. Not to mention I might actually be able to survive past my 17th birthday without fear of being smacked to death by a whale with a huge blow hole full of...erg…
Glad to hear. But do you really think that I think that you wouldn't think to kill me, given the chance? I know I'm a bloody tool; I fucking hate I, but that doesn't make me a retard. Tell Bellatrix I know, I hate her for killing him but I don't blame her for it. Does that make sense? I hate he's dead but I understand why…nope that's more confusing isn't it?
I know Professor Snape is a spy for you. It's actually kind of obvious, at least to me. Tell him I say 'care to send a pepper-up potion or ten?'
Cheers I 'spose,
Harry
Harry mailed it and as Hedwig flew off he saw the raw sunlight start to peek over the other houses of Privite Dr. He leaned back onto his small bed and thought over how this should seem wrong to him; it didn't. He flexed his right wrist again and sent up thanks to whatever deity that had protected him from a broken bone.
He nearly took the thanks back when his door opened and in stepped his huffing and huge Uncle, belt in hand. Harry didn't even say anything, he just glared contemptuously at his Uncle; knowing that if he said anything he would have to do worse than endure a whipping.
-x-
Chapter four. THANK YOU!!!! To everyone who reviewed. Getting feedback is the best part of writing, along with the escape it presents. ^.^
Oh and would the person who went by the name gamenoise please tell me what it is that so desperately needs a beta? I would love to be told what i've done wrong. I hate my stories being hard for people to read. Please please tell what should be done to rectify this misjustice to all of you.
If anyone had suggestions for how I could make a better effort of this please feel free to PM me at any time and know that I will take any suggestions into consideration for I love to hear feedback and ideas from anyone who will give them. But please make what is wrong with my chapters known so I can fix my new chapters to be better.
Bwee Bwee,
~Ley