A/N: Thanks to Silver Wolf for the first review on this story!
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CH2: Life Changing Letters
~The summer flew by. It was now the week before Harry's birthday - the 31st of July. He was sitting on his bed, reading up on Dark Creatures, when a brigade of owls flew through his open window. ~
Harry walked over to the flock and surveyed the scene. There was Ron's owl Pig, flitting around wildly, Percy's owl, Hermes, and three he had never seen before. Removing their burdens, he sat down to read his letters. Ron's first:
^Potter,
How the hell could you?!? I thought you were my best friend. Pretending to be kind and noble and brave. But you're nothing more than a lying traitor. How could you betray us like that? We trusted you. My mum and sister are in tears. Over you! The entire world thought you were some great hero, but you're not. You are nothing but a murdering, sniveling coward! I was so naive to have ever actually liked you.
Your ex-best friend,
Ron Weasley^
Startled, Harry read through the contents again. 'What is going on?' Cautiously, he turned to the remaining letter, hoping they had better news. He was wrong.
^Harry,
As much as cannot believe I am writing to you, you are in trouble. Enclosed is an article from the daily profit.^
At this, Harry took out the other piece of paper in the envelope. His eyes went wide at the headline.
The Boy Who Lived - A Murderer?
Snatches of the story went through his mind. ...ludicrous tale...You-Know- Who's supposed revival...fellow student, Cedric Diggory...mentally unstable...Harry shook himself and turned his attention back to this letter.
^As you can see, our oh-so-wise Minister is covering up Voldemort's rebirth by blaming his Cedric's death on you. And that's not the worst part. You better be siting down for this....Albus has declared to the Order of the Phoenix(our group that fights the Death Eaters) that it would, and I quote, "not be prudent to associate ourselves with a suspected murderer in such a controversial time." It's bull shit. If that were so than we wouldn't be working with Black. Anyway, it basically means you're on your own.
I know you think that I despise you, but, while that may be true, I won't let the wizarding world's greatest hope for survival get shipped off to Azkaban. And so, the other people who believe in you and myself, have concocted a plan to help. On another note, I am sorry to say, that group is very small. It only consists of Lupin, Black, Minerva, and I. Most witches and wizards will not dare to go against Dumbledore. Count yourself lucky there are some.
The plan is this. In three days time, the Ministry will be coming to collect you, at least according to Minerva's sources. The night before, midnight on the 26th, this letter will turn into a Portkey that will take you to a small coffee shop in West Rockster. A friend of mine will be there to collect you. As hard as this might be, you must trust me. This friend will have a proposition for you. Suffice to say, you may not be so helpless anymore.
If there are any problems with this, send a note with my owl, Salazar. He has a spell on him that will speed up the trip. Just put it in code(I'm sure you can think up something). The ministry will have people watching your mail soon.
Be careful and good luck,
Severus Snape^
'Snape?!? He's helping me?!?' Slowly, the news sunk in. He was being tried for murder? Dumbledore had abandoned him? His best chance for survival was Snape? Bloody hell.
Harry tried to take his mind off his problems. He had lots to get ready. But first, he still had four more letters. Dreading what it had to say, he took the letter off Hermes leg. It read:
^Harry,
Mate, you got yourself in deep this time. We can't believe Dumbledore won't back you up. You-Know-Who could attack at anytime and nobody is doing anything!
Sorry, but things aren't very good at this end. Dad tried to find some evidence to protect you, but gave up. He's going with Dumbledore on this one. Barmy dense coots! Both of them! And Ron, well, I bet you already got his letter so you know what he thinks. He's so daft sometimes! You would think he'd stick up for his best friend. You're like family to us! Unfortunately, that family only contains the three of us now. We tried to convince them that you didn't do it, but Ron stormed off, and Mum told us off, and Ginny started crying. Not very uplifting.
And Hermione? She's siding with Ron. Apparently, she is very distraught at what her best friend has done and won't come out of her room. At least, that is what her parents said. We just wrote to tell you that, anything you need, just ask us. We're still here for you.
Keep your chin up, Harry. This is nothing. Just a small murder trial, the entire wizarding world against you, and a very evil wizard who wants your head on a platter....Okay, shutting up now.
Fred and George Weasley^
Harry chuckled quietly at this. The twins could always cheer him up and it was nice to know who else trusted him. He moved on to the next.
^Dear Harry,
I'm not really sure how to write this. I just got a copy of the Daily Prophet and saw the article in there on...you. Of course, I was angry at the beginning, but then I realized that it wasn't true. It couldn't be. Cedric had mentioned many times how you two were helping each other. If you wanted to win so badly, you wouldn't have told him about the dragons. And, I may not know you well, you don't seem like the killing type.
I wish this wasn't happening. I know it isn't what Cedric would have wanted. He would have hated that someone else's life was being ruined over his own.
There is also something I need to ask you. If you wouldn't mind, could you please tell me what happened during the Task. If it's too hard on you, I'll understand.
Please take care,
Cho Chang^
He gently put that letter aside. He'd think about what she asked later and he moved on.
^Harry,
Oh My God! I can't believe this! They actually think you murdered Cedric? I know we aren't close friends but you always looked out for me. I can't believe you would even harm anyone. Well, if they weren't a Death Eater, but that's a given.
Chances are, you have some grand scheme to escape going to Azkaban. And I know you won't be anywhere near Hogwarts so you need to hear this now. I want to help you. Please tell me someway I can. I don't want to feel helpless anymore.
Your some-what friend,
Neville^
Harry smiled at Neville's note. He had been extra nice to Neville since he had found out about the Longbottoms. Probably another reason he wanted to be involved. And there was something Harry needed done.
Out of all of the notes he had received, the next was by far the most surprising.
^Pot-Harry,
You probably will think this is some elaborate hoax to get you caught - either by Aurors or Death Eaters. But hear me out.
We were never friends, there is no denying it, but I always respected you. And I really did want to be you friend. This may seem unbelievable, but, for the last 13 years, my father has had me under the Imperious Curse. I tried fighting and did have a few relapses (one was when I had offered you my hand on the train), but I could never fully beat it. When you and your friends hexed me on the train last year, you sorta knock down the main barriers of the Curse and I can now totally throw it off. My father hasn't realized this yet, luckily, but it is only a matter of time. And I need your help.
My father wants me to become a Death Eater. And I really can't stand the idea of hurting innocent people. Which is where you come in. Knowing you, the little that I do, you will run from this trial. I want to come with you. I need a new life, just like you.
Please consider helping me. Your my only hope.
Draco Malfoy^
Harry sat on his bed in shock. 'Well, that's a twist. Should I trust him? He seems pretty sincere.' He let out a long breath. The Boy Who Lived got up and walked over to his desk. He was going to have a lot of letters to write.
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On July 24th 1995, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagal, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black sat in the Shrieking Shack trying to calm their nerves. It wasn't working. Sirius was pacing around in a small circle while Remus was watching a dust ball float around the room. Finally Minerva broke the silence.
"Do you think this will work?" she asked Severus meekly.
"I don't know," he answered. "I hope so," he added quietly.
"It better. I won't let my godson be sent to that hell! No one should go through that." Sirius flopped ungracefully on the couch next to Remus who put a comforting hand on his friends shoulder.
"I know, Siri. I know." Just then, Salazar soared through a crack in the boarded up door. Everyone stood up to hear what Harry had to say..er, write.
^Dear Min, Raven, Padfoot, and Moony,
Thank you very, very, very much. You don't know how much it means to me that you still have faith in me. And the plan is great. There are just a few things that have come up.
Dragon Boy wrote to me today. Apparently, his father has been controlling him and he doesn't want to join Tom's Munches. He wants to come with me, wherever it is I am going. He needs a new life. Could you do that?
I may have contacts at the school. The Gemini-twins and the Gardener both say that they will help in any way they can. The Oriental Angel wants to know what happened in the Graveyard, but she will also back me up. Unfortunately, the rest of the Red Lions, including the Hot Head, and the Owl are siding with Bumblebee and his Group of Over-Roasted Chickens, and the Mighty Dense Ones.
And, for your information, I've been preparing for the upcoming battle with Snake Face and am not 'helpless' anymore, thankyouverymuch. I'm not the best fighter in the world, but I can hold my own in a fight now.
Yours til France fries Turkey in Greece,
The Lightning Child^
"Well," Remus said. "That was...interesting."
"I told him to write it in code. I just wish we could decipher what he's saying," said Snape.
"It can't be too hard-," Sirius began, but Minerva cut him off.
"Really! It's easy to read."
"Then enlighten us."
"It says...Dear Minerva, Severus, Sirius, and Remus, Thank you, yadda, yadda, There needs to be a few changes in the plan...Draco Malfoy has contacted me. His father was controlling him with the Imperious Curse and he doesn't want to become a Death Eater. Can he come with me? The Weasley Twins, Neville Longbottom, and Cho Chang have said that they will back me up, although Cho wants to hear what happened during the Third Task. But the rest of the Weasleys including Ron, and Hermione have sided with Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and the Ministry. I have been preparing for the fight against You-Know-Who, so I'm not that helpless....Then he writes a fairly amusing closing and signs it from Harry." The guys in the room looked blankly at her.
"Oh."
"Well, I guess we have more planing to do." And they sat down to work.
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Neville Longbottom was siting out in the back garden. His house was filed with different Ministry workers. Mrs. Longbotton, Neville's Grandmother, was an attorney for the Department for Magical Law Enforcement. She had never lost a case. Not at all comforting when the defendant was a friend of yours.
Suddenly, his owl, Athena, swooped down onto Neville's shoulder. She had Harry's reply.
^Dear Gardener,
This may sound strange, but as they have eyes everywhere, it must be written like this.
And speaking of eyes, I need my own. The castle has many secrets and it is hard to know all. I would be very grateful if you would write and tell me what happens. Anything - attacks, ministry news, even throw in the latest gossip! It hurts to know I am no longer welcome there, but you still are. Enjoy it.
The Lightning Child^
Neville read the letter over and over, pondering exactly what Harry meant.
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The Twins sat outside, over looking the make-shift Quidditch Pitch in the backyard. They had played many games on it, many with their honorary little brother, Harry. They were worried about him. As the sun began to set, Hermes sailed back towards them.
"Harry's reply," Fred stated. George nodded as he unloaded Hermes of his burden and the owl took off again. They open the letter.
^Gemini Twins,
Be careful. The short-sighted leaders are watching. They are everywhere.
On to a less serious note, I hope you two are putting the funds to good use. There better be tons of pranks this year! I want to hear all about them and I'm sure I will.
I wish to thank you for being there. You are the closest things to older brothers I ever had and I do hope we will meet again.
Take care off the Team, you'll need a new Keeper and Seeker this year and reserves since most of the original Gryffindor Lions will be graduating. For Seeker, I'd check out Natalie McDonald, she seems pretty good at noticing things others don't and has super maneuvering skills. You'll be sure to win every time.
Lots of Laughs,
The Lightning Child
A.K.A. Main Investor of Weasley Wizard Wheezes
P.S. Don't give up on your dreams.^
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Draco Malfoy was sprawled out on his back on his bed and sighed up to the ceiling. He really hoped Pott-no, Harry, was going to help him. He didn't want to imagine the consequences if he was left to his own devices. Soon, two owl were gliding into his room. One he recognized as his own Eagle owl, Paracelsus, but the other was unfamiliar. He took the parchment from his own owl first, eager to hear what Harry had answered.
^Dragon Boy,
Of course I'll help you! I know what it's like to be in an unfavorable situation and also what the Deaths have to do. I understand.
On a side note, this letter may sound strange, but I believe you understand the value of secrecy and also the ministries moral value. Let me give you a hint: first one is high, second is way down at the bottom of Hell.
The Raven will be setting something up. I don't exactly know where we will be going, but it may be better that way. One of us will write you soon to finalize all plans.
Take Care,
The Lightning Child
P.S. I have a feeling we will be spending a lot of time around each other in the near future. Let's start over.^
Draco grinned at the letter, bursting with joy that he had been trusted so easily. He puzzled over who 'The Raven' was as he opened the next letter. His question was answered.
^Draco,
Harry wrote to me that you wish to be included in the plans. Don't worry, I know exactly why you want to get away. This letter is a Portkey. It'll activate at midnight on the 26th and take you to a meeting spot. You'll find out the rest there.
I'll see you soon,
Severus Snape^
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Cho Chang was just about to sit down for dinner when her owl, Circe, flew into the kitchen. Her parents excused her so she could read Harry's letter.
^Dear Cho,
Thank you. It means a lot to me to have people who still trust me. That list is dwindling everyday.
I never did get to say sorry about Cedric. He was a good person and shouldn't have died.
And, it may be hard on me, but you have the right to know exactly what happened while we were gone. So here it goes.
I guess it started right after we got into the maze and Cedric and I split up....^
Cho read, tears silently going down her cheeks. Harry described how Voldemort had come back, the duel, and how Cedric asked Harry to bring his body back. He went on to what happened after with the fake-Moody and Fudge, to the meeting with the Diggorys. He even added that he had given the money to the Weasley Twins so they could start a joke shop, feeling people could do with more laughs in the coming days. When she finished, Cho dried her eyes and made her way back downstairs, wondering how much one boy could take before he broke.
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CH2: Life Changing Letters
~The summer flew by. It was now the week before Harry's birthday - the 31st of July. He was sitting on his bed, reading up on Dark Creatures, when a brigade of owls flew through his open window. ~
Harry walked over to the flock and surveyed the scene. There was Ron's owl Pig, flitting around wildly, Percy's owl, Hermes, and three he had never seen before. Removing their burdens, he sat down to read his letters. Ron's first:
^Potter,
How the hell could you?!? I thought you were my best friend. Pretending to be kind and noble and brave. But you're nothing more than a lying traitor. How could you betray us like that? We trusted you. My mum and sister are in tears. Over you! The entire world thought you were some great hero, but you're not. You are nothing but a murdering, sniveling coward! I was so naive to have ever actually liked you.
Your ex-best friend,
Ron Weasley^
Startled, Harry read through the contents again. 'What is going on?' Cautiously, he turned to the remaining letter, hoping they had better news. He was wrong.
^Harry,
As much as cannot believe I am writing to you, you are in trouble. Enclosed is an article from the daily profit.^
At this, Harry took out the other piece of paper in the envelope. His eyes went wide at the headline.
The Boy Who Lived - A Murderer?
Snatches of the story went through his mind. ...ludicrous tale...You-Know- Who's supposed revival...fellow student, Cedric Diggory...mentally unstable...Harry shook himself and turned his attention back to this letter.
^As you can see, our oh-so-wise Minister is covering up Voldemort's rebirth by blaming his Cedric's death on you. And that's not the worst part. You better be siting down for this....Albus has declared to the Order of the Phoenix(our group that fights the Death Eaters) that it would, and I quote, "not be prudent to associate ourselves with a suspected murderer in such a controversial time." It's bull shit. If that were so than we wouldn't be working with Black. Anyway, it basically means you're on your own.
I know you think that I despise you, but, while that may be true, I won't let the wizarding world's greatest hope for survival get shipped off to Azkaban. And so, the other people who believe in you and myself, have concocted a plan to help. On another note, I am sorry to say, that group is very small. It only consists of Lupin, Black, Minerva, and I. Most witches and wizards will not dare to go against Dumbledore. Count yourself lucky there are some.
The plan is this. In three days time, the Ministry will be coming to collect you, at least according to Minerva's sources. The night before, midnight on the 26th, this letter will turn into a Portkey that will take you to a small coffee shop in West Rockster. A friend of mine will be there to collect you. As hard as this might be, you must trust me. This friend will have a proposition for you. Suffice to say, you may not be so helpless anymore.
If there are any problems with this, send a note with my owl, Salazar. He has a spell on him that will speed up the trip. Just put it in code(I'm sure you can think up something). The ministry will have people watching your mail soon.
Be careful and good luck,
Severus Snape^
'Snape?!? He's helping me?!?' Slowly, the news sunk in. He was being tried for murder? Dumbledore had abandoned him? His best chance for survival was Snape? Bloody hell.
Harry tried to take his mind off his problems. He had lots to get ready. But first, he still had four more letters. Dreading what it had to say, he took the letter off Hermes leg. It read:
^Harry,
Mate, you got yourself in deep this time. We can't believe Dumbledore won't back you up. You-Know-Who could attack at anytime and nobody is doing anything!
Sorry, but things aren't very good at this end. Dad tried to find some evidence to protect you, but gave up. He's going with Dumbledore on this one. Barmy dense coots! Both of them! And Ron, well, I bet you already got his letter so you know what he thinks. He's so daft sometimes! You would think he'd stick up for his best friend. You're like family to us! Unfortunately, that family only contains the three of us now. We tried to convince them that you didn't do it, but Ron stormed off, and Mum told us off, and Ginny started crying. Not very uplifting.
And Hermione? She's siding with Ron. Apparently, she is very distraught at what her best friend has done and won't come out of her room. At least, that is what her parents said. We just wrote to tell you that, anything you need, just ask us. We're still here for you.
Keep your chin up, Harry. This is nothing. Just a small murder trial, the entire wizarding world against you, and a very evil wizard who wants your head on a platter....Okay, shutting up now.
Fred and George Weasley^
Harry chuckled quietly at this. The twins could always cheer him up and it was nice to know who else trusted him. He moved on to the next.
^Dear Harry,
I'm not really sure how to write this. I just got a copy of the Daily Prophet and saw the article in there on...you. Of course, I was angry at the beginning, but then I realized that it wasn't true. It couldn't be. Cedric had mentioned many times how you two were helping each other. If you wanted to win so badly, you wouldn't have told him about the dragons. And, I may not know you well, you don't seem like the killing type.
I wish this wasn't happening. I know it isn't what Cedric would have wanted. He would have hated that someone else's life was being ruined over his own.
There is also something I need to ask you. If you wouldn't mind, could you please tell me what happened during the Task. If it's too hard on you, I'll understand.
Please take care,
Cho Chang^
He gently put that letter aside. He'd think about what she asked later and he moved on.
^Harry,
Oh My God! I can't believe this! They actually think you murdered Cedric? I know we aren't close friends but you always looked out for me. I can't believe you would even harm anyone. Well, if they weren't a Death Eater, but that's a given.
Chances are, you have some grand scheme to escape going to Azkaban. And I know you won't be anywhere near Hogwarts so you need to hear this now. I want to help you. Please tell me someway I can. I don't want to feel helpless anymore.
Your some-what friend,
Neville^
Harry smiled at Neville's note. He had been extra nice to Neville since he had found out about the Longbottoms. Probably another reason he wanted to be involved. And there was something Harry needed done.
Out of all of the notes he had received, the next was by far the most surprising.
^Pot-Harry,
You probably will think this is some elaborate hoax to get you caught - either by Aurors or Death Eaters. But hear me out.
We were never friends, there is no denying it, but I always respected you. And I really did want to be you friend. This may seem unbelievable, but, for the last 13 years, my father has had me under the Imperious Curse. I tried fighting and did have a few relapses (one was when I had offered you my hand on the train), but I could never fully beat it. When you and your friends hexed me on the train last year, you sorta knock down the main barriers of the Curse and I can now totally throw it off. My father hasn't realized this yet, luckily, but it is only a matter of time. And I need your help.
My father wants me to become a Death Eater. And I really can't stand the idea of hurting innocent people. Which is where you come in. Knowing you, the little that I do, you will run from this trial. I want to come with you. I need a new life, just like you.
Please consider helping me. Your my only hope.
Draco Malfoy^
Harry sat on his bed in shock. 'Well, that's a twist. Should I trust him? He seems pretty sincere.' He let out a long breath. The Boy Who Lived got up and walked over to his desk. He was going to have a lot of letters to write.
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On July 24th 1995, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagal, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black sat in the Shrieking Shack trying to calm their nerves. It wasn't working. Sirius was pacing around in a small circle while Remus was watching a dust ball float around the room. Finally Minerva broke the silence.
"Do you think this will work?" she asked Severus meekly.
"I don't know," he answered. "I hope so," he added quietly.
"It better. I won't let my godson be sent to that hell! No one should go through that." Sirius flopped ungracefully on the couch next to Remus who put a comforting hand on his friends shoulder.
"I know, Siri. I know." Just then, Salazar soared through a crack in the boarded up door. Everyone stood up to hear what Harry had to say..er, write.
^Dear Min, Raven, Padfoot, and Moony,
Thank you very, very, very much. You don't know how much it means to me that you still have faith in me. And the plan is great. There are just a few things that have come up.
Dragon Boy wrote to me today. Apparently, his father has been controlling him and he doesn't want to join Tom's Munches. He wants to come with me, wherever it is I am going. He needs a new life. Could you do that?
I may have contacts at the school. The Gemini-twins and the Gardener both say that they will help in any way they can. The Oriental Angel wants to know what happened in the Graveyard, but she will also back me up. Unfortunately, the rest of the Red Lions, including the Hot Head, and the Owl are siding with Bumblebee and his Group of Over-Roasted Chickens, and the Mighty Dense Ones.
And, for your information, I've been preparing for the upcoming battle with Snake Face and am not 'helpless' anymore, thankyouverymuch. I'm not the best fighter in the world, but I can hold my own in a fight now.
Yours til France fries Turkey in Greece,
The Lightning Child^
"Well," Remus said. "That was...interesting."
"I told him to write it in code. I just wish we could decipher what he's saying," said Snape.
"It can't be too hard-," Sirius began, but Minerva cut him off.
"Really! It's easy to read."
"Then enlighten us."
"It says...Dear Minerva, Severus, Sirius, and Remus, Thank you, yadda, yadda, There needs to be a few changes in the plan...Draco Malfoy has contacted me. His father was controlling him with the Imperious Curse and he doesn't want to become a Death Eater. Can he come with me? The Weasley Twins, Neville Longbottom, and Cho Chang have said that they will back me up, although Cho wants to hear what happened during the Third Task. But the rest of the Weasleys including Ron, and Hermione have sided with Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and the Ministry. I have been preparing for the fight against You-Know-Who, so I'm not that helpless....Then he writes a fairly amusing closing and signs it from Harry." The guys in the room looked blankly at her.
"Oh."
"Well, I guess we have more planing to do." And they sat down to work.
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Neville Longbottom was siting out in the back garden. His house was filed with different Ministry workers. Mrs. Longbotton, Neville's Grandmother, was an attorney for the Department for Magical Law Enforcement. She had never lost a case. Not at all comforting when the defendant was a friend of yours.
Suddenly, his owl, Athena, swooped down onto Neville's shoulder. She had Harry's reply.
^Dear Gardener,
This may sound strange, but as they have eyes everywhere, it must be written like this.
And speaking of eyes, I need my own. The castle has many secrets and it is hard to know all. I would be very grateful if you would write and tell me what happens. Anything - attacks, ministry news, even throw in the latest gossip! It hurts to know I am no longer welcome there, but you still are. Enjoy it.
The Lightning Child^
Neville read the letter over and over, pondering exactly what Harry meant.
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The Twins sat outside, over looking the make-shift Quidditch Pitch in the backyard. They had played many games on it, many with their honorary little brother, Harry. They were worried about him. As the sun began to set, Hermes sailed back towards them.
"Harry's reply," Fred stated. George nodded as he unloaded Hermes of his burden and the owl took off again. They open the letter.
^Gemini Twins,
Be careful. The short-sighted leaders are watching. They are everywhere.
On to a less serious note, I hope you two are putting the funds to good use. There better be tons of pranks this year! I want to hear all about them and I'm sure I will.
I wish to thank you for being there. You are the closest things to older brothers I ever had and I do hope we will meet again.
Take care off the Team, you'll need a new Keeper and Seeker this year and reserves since most of the original Gryffindor Lions will be graduating. For Seeker, I'd check out Natalie McDonald, she seems pretty good at noticing things others don't and has super maneuvering skills. You'll be sure to win every time.
Lots of Laughs,
The Lightning Child
A.K.A. Main Investor of Weasley Wizard Wheezes
P.S. Don't give up on your dreams.^
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Draco Malfoy was sprawled out on his back on his bed and sighed up to the ceiling. He really hoped Pott-no, Harry, was going to help him. He didn't want to imagine the consequences if he was left to his own devices. Soon, two owl were gliding into his room. One he recognized as his own Eagle owl, Paracelsus, but the other was unfamiliar. He took the parchment from his own owl first, eager to hear what Harry had answered.
^Dragon Boy,
Of course I'll help you! I know what it's like to be in an unfavorable situation and also what the Deaths have to do. I understand.
On a side note, this letter may sound strange, but I believe you understand the value of secrecy and also the ministries moral value. Let me give you a hint: first one is high, second is way down at the bottom of Hell.
The Raven will be setting something up. I don't exactly know where we will be going, but it may be better that way. One of us will write you soon to finalize all plans.
Take Care,
The Lightning Child
P.S. I have a feeling we will be spending a lot of time around each other in the near future. Let's start over.^
Draco grinned at the letter, bursting with joy that he had been trusted so easily. He puzzled over who 'The Raven' was as he opened the next letter. His question was answered.
^Draco,
Harry wrote to me that you wish to be included in the plans. Don't worry, I know exactly why you want to get away. This letter is a Portkey. It'll activate at midnight on the 26th and take you to a meeting spot. You'll find out the rest there.
I'll see you soon,
Severus Snape^
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Cho Chang was just about to sit down for dinner when her owl, Circe, flew into the kitchen. Her parents excused her so she could read Harry's letter.
^Dear Cho,
Thank you. It means a lot to me to have people who still trust me. That list is dwindling everyday.
I never did get to say sorry about Cedric. He was a good person and shouldn't have died.
And, it may be hard on me, but you have the right to know exactly what happened while we were gone. So here it goes.
I guess it started right after we got into the maze and Cedric and I split up....^
Cho read, tears silently going down her cheeks. Harry described how Voldemort had come back, the duel, and how Cedric asked Harry to bring his body back. He went on to what happened after with the fake-Moody and Fudge, to the meeting with the Diggorys. He even added that he had given the money to the Weasley Twins so they could start a joke shop, feeling people could do with more laughs in the coming days. When she finished, Cho dried her eyes and made her way back downstairs, wondering how much one boy could take before he broke.