Prologue-
Harry James Potter, sat at an old desk in the smallest bedroom of #4 Privet Drive. This coming September would mark the beginning of his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His 5th year had been a total and complete disgrace in his and many other students' opinions. What with Professor Dolores Jane Umbridge,the whole Wizarding world believing him to be completely mad,Albus Dumbledore ignoring him the whole year,horrible tempers(mostly his he had to admit),Voldemort's Return, and the death of his Godfather. Oh yes and how could he have forgotten? A prophecy given by a nutcase prophecising the fact that HE was the only one who had even a slight chance at defeating Voldemort. Who could have expected it to be a good year?
Ever since hearing the prophecy Harry had known that there was only a slight chance that he could survive...so he had begun writing a letter to Albus Dumbledore. A letter that could only be read in the reality of his death.
There was so much he wanted the Wizarding World to know. So much that he knew they needed to understand. So much that he wanted them to understand. If only there was a way...And then Harry got it.
He pulled out a new piece of parchment and began to write...
'Mr. and Mrs.Dursley of number four,Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal,thank you very much....'