Beta: spinkavampire
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
{Talking on the fireplace, phone}
–Parseltongue–
Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others
Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper
Time change/Date of time
Change of POV
Chapter VI
–The Letter–
Late November, 1995
LV's POV
Voldemort hissed angrily, his magic throwing the whole office furniture against the wall. His son's letter in his clenched hand. Because he was waiting for Harry to get used to his presence, not just because he had to, he now had let another person take his children's bearer's first kiss! Harry was supposed to be his!
But no more. Harry was going to be his, besides there was a war coming. It was time to see if this Witch was powerful enough to compare to Voldemort. If she won, Voldemort would let her return to Harry… if she didn't… people would learn what happened when they attempted to put themselves between Voldemort and his future.
Voldemort smirked. It was a good thing that Harry had not thought ahead and choose her as one to protect, otherwise Voldemort wasn't sure if he would manage to keep his part of the deal. The Dark Lord glanced at the letter in his hand with a sneer. To top all of this Harry had been scarred by that Umbridge bitch.
Voldemort sneered as he looked around the office that was half destroyed. Harry would not like for the twins to see this mess… honestly, Potter, if you even knew the danger you were putting yourself into by returning to Hogwarts… you should have just stayed back protected with the twins. No one would ever touch or scar any of you…
–MR–
Early December, 1995
HJP's POV
Harry looked at the letter with a frown. Honestly, he couldn't understand Voldemort's reasons. Until this letter all the letters involved the twins and how they were doing, but this one… it was asking about Harry and how he was doing in classes. Not even one word about the twins was mentioned. Not once. Harry was sure, as he had read and reread it several times by now. Surely Voldemort had forgotten about them right? Why would the man send a letter about Harry after all? Harry was still his enemy, destined to kill him and all that shit…
"What is it?" Harry looked up to found Hermione. "Normally you would have already written the reply and we would be both running to the Owlery."
Harry hummed and looked down at the letter.
"There isn't any single question about the twins…"
"Really?" Hermione asked surprised and picked the letter reading it. "Wow, he really has a refined calligraphy." The girl couldn't help but comment.
Harry snorted.
"Refined calligraphy, my ass." He grumbled to himself.
–MR–
Mid December, 1995
"Professor Dumbledore? You wished to see me?"
The old Wizard with moon-shaped glasses turned from the window he was looking out from, towards the teen that had just entered the office, his blue eyes sparkling as he smiled at the young boy.
"Harry… yes, I did."
Harry smiled as well and approached, Dumbledore immediately offering him a dish of candies.
"Thank you, sir." Harry stated, accepting a few candies.
"Professor McGonagall told me you are intending on returning home for the holidays, my boy."
Harry frowned confused, only for then remembering that for the first-time he hadn't been the first person to sign his name to stay during the winter holidays.
"Yes, sir. My cousins want to see their father and when I was talking with him over the letters he stated that he was already waiting for us, me included."
"You do know it's dangerous for them, with Tom trying to find you and…"
"It's as dangerous there as it was at the Dursleys. Besides my Uncle has just as much right over me, as Aunt Petunia had… being my mother's cousin and all…" Harry argued. "With all due respect, sir. But just being at Hogwarts is dangerous, because it's just putting a sign over my head saying 'I'm here, came and get me'. Voldemort knows exactly where Hogwarts is situated and he knows more magic than I'll ever dream of. If he'll so want, he'll get inside the castle and get me before anyone would even realize it."
Harry clenched his hands. Voldemort had only promised not to hurt him when inside Riddle Manor. That was the only place he was safe. That didn't mean that he enjoyed the idea of going to spend two full weeks under the same ceiling as his parents' killer.
"Well, Harry, you see…"
"I won't return to the Dursleys. That place was never my home and never will be." Harry snarled before he could stop himself. At seeing Dumbledore's surprised face, Harry tensed. "I'm sorry sir… I…"
Dumbledore shook his head.
"No need to apology, my boy. You can't ask sorry for something you can't control. You have too much on your shoulders already."
Harry blushed, lowering his head. Harry felt Dumbledore put a hand over his head in a parent way and closed his eyes, releasing in the paternal feeling.
"Sir?" Harry asked at feeling Dumbledore's hand getting warmer.
Dumbledore lowered his hand and Harry raised his head, puzzled.
"Protection spell. Can't have anything happen to you while you're in the Muggle World." Harry blushed again and Dumbledore chuckled. "Now… your cousins. Are you certain that they don't have Potter blood in them?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry tensed, his eyes growing.
"Sir?"
"There isn't a single day that either Minerva or Severus doesn't bang in my office hissing the Evans names… I think it must be because they are the ones where the twins are together in a classroom."
Harry tried to contain his amusement from showing, but it was a little hard. Suddenly he understood why Snape was even harsher on him during classes than usually.
"They must have got it from the mother's side…" Harry argued, his amusement showing through his voice. "I'm certain that if their father would find out he would give them a hell of a punishment."
Dumbledore smiled back.
"It would be dangerous to join those two, their pet and the twins Weasleys in the same room, I'd say." Harry's eyes grew at the implications and Dumbledore winked back. "Now, that that's settle. Off you go."
Harry nodded and left the office. A marauder, the Weasley twins and the Ley twins together would be like an atomic bomb… Harry glanced at his scarred hand, his eyes narrowing. And he would incite it on a certain someone.
–MR–
"You want me to do what?" The 11-year-old girl asked, yet again.
Harry smiled amused.
"You heard me. Unless I need to tell your Papa that your ears need to be checked?" Miley tensed and shook her head at once. "Good. Now go." He argued, giving her a piece of old parchment.
Miley picked it confused but went. Sirius behind her, his tail wagging happily. The man had completely understood what Harry was thinking, even if the young girl hadn't. Now the issue was… how to keep this hidden from her Father?
Harry looked down at the letter yet again and sighed going to 5 year boys dormitories and sat on his bed, rereading the letter.
Dear Harry
The first semester is about to get to an end and with that the winter holidays. Ça me fait penser. On your second letter you commented about Défense Contre les Forces du Mal Professeur being unqualified for teaching, is she still unqualified? Do you think you'll manage to keep up good grades on your end of semester grades? Or do you want me to get you a tuteur?
You mentioned as well that your Potions Professeur was giving you a hard time, is he making you fail your grades? Do you think you won't be able to keep up good grades to get an… OWL (if I'm correct on the term)?
I know that it's still quinze jours away, but I would like for you to come to my manor during the holidays. It has been a while and I would like to see how you are. What kind of clothes you bought when you went shopping. Surely anything will be better than those clothes my dear Cousin Petunia got you, but even so I hope that you at least had the décence of buying something worthwhile.
It's been two months since you left this house and I still see myself doing things and thinking that you wouldn't allow me to do said thing. Yes, our communication is based mostly because of the finding of the twins, but that doesn't mean that I'm not allowed to think on other things.
Back then when you were left with my dear Cousin Petunia you were merely a baby, unknown of what the world has put on your shoulders on that same day. A mere baby with the weight of the world. A world that has now turned its back on you.
Tell me, my Harry, how are your DA classes going? Is it helping you? Do you feel stronger? Does it feel good to lead? Even if such insignificant people as your classmates? And don't you dare go saying that they aren't weak… after all… from what I heard… some of them are older than you and still look up to a fifth-year for guidance.
Tell me, my Harry, how does that makes you different from me? As you see… we're the same, you and me. You can refuse it, my dear Harry, but you and me are very alike.
What makes you special?
Mon cher, cher Harry… being born with the power doesn't mean that you're anything better than I am.
Bien au contraire, mon petit ami.
Being born with the power only makes you wanted. Oh, si voulu.
Until the holidays
TE
Harry sighed. He still couldn't understand what the hell Voldemort was playing at. It had been a week since he got the letter, and he still couldn't understand what Voldemort meant with all those innuendos. Yes because the man couldn't be straightforward so he had to say everything with double or triple meanings. But hell the man could have said something that Harry would have easily understood, right?
Besides… it wasn't like their letters were being read, so why the whole double meaning? Yes he understood that when Voldemort meant power Voldemort was hitting that supposedly meant Harry's magic and that Voldemort supposedly was Muggle. But Voldemort would not comment on it unless he had a third reason for it. WHAT THE HELL COULD IT BE? Harry had no special power. Hell, he was just a 15-year-old teenager trying to be left alone. Why did it make everyone put him in such a pedestal? He just wanted to be left alone.
Yes, he understood that the Wizardry World thought that Harry had some kind of special power for surviving the Dark Lord with nothing but a scar. But that didn't mean that he had a special power… unless the Dark Lord wanted him to go that way? Was there a second reason, besides his parents being part of the group that attacked Voldemort's men in the past for the Wizard to attack his family?
Could Harry be that reason? Did Voldemort expect Harry to already know that? Was someone supposed to tell him that already? Hell, now was a good time for that. Voldemort was back, as good time as this one wasn't going to appear. Shit, Harry could have died this summer if the twins hadn't been with him and Voldemort hadn't decided to not kill him before his future children.
Harry grabbed a quill and an ink bottle and on the first piece of parchment he found he scribed.
Uncle
I'm nothing special.
Just told the Headmaster personally that the twins and I will be leaving to my uncle's house during the holidays, so do not fret, we'll be there.
H
Ps: next time… WRITE ENGLISH!
–MR–
LV's POV
Voldemort read Harry's letter as soon as the white owl appeared before him. He took a deep breath to calm his accelerating heart. Of course Harry would write something so… insignificant in such a messy hand-writing after such a long time without a reply.
Nothing special? Voldemort requested to differ. Harry was anything but special. Harry would be pregnant with his future children after all.
Voldemort sneered. Could Harry had not understood that Voldemort was talking about the prophecy when he meant power? Could Harry had not been told about such a power?
Voldemort threw the parchment to the desk with a scowl. Frankly, a whole week waiting for a reply like a stupid teenager in-love only to get this. Potter, you idiot boy.
(TBC)
I won''t translate Voldemort's french, although if you know or if you want to go look it up, trust me that it is worth it
Next Chapter: Back to Riddle Manor
~Isys
