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Harry was taking a walk outside. His nightmares had kept the Dursleys up all night, so they'd kicked him out for the day, wanting a bit of ensured peace and quiet. Since Dudley wasn't home either though, Harry was sure his aunt and uncle just wanted to get freaky without being interrupted.

...What a horrifying thought.

Humming softly to himself, Harry kept walking, falling into thought as he did so. He wondered if Voldemort had managed to get rid of that Furby yet. Considering Fred and George had been the ones to charm it, who knew what it would take to cancel those spells?

What a sight that would be though, huh? Voldemort being all threatening and menacing, while a creepy toy just kept following him around? Hilarious.

"Stop stalking me," he said abruptly.

"No can do, Harry," a voice from behind him replied promptly.

"It isn't a secret if you're talking to me."

"You're the one who spoke first!"

"...Tonks, maybe I was just talking to myself."

"..."

"Yeah, thought so."

"Hoot, hoot." With a sound of warning, Harry's beloved familiar landed on his shoulder.

"Hey, who's that letter from?" asked Tonks curiously.

"Voldemort."

"...What!?"

"Yeah, we've been writing to each other for just over two weeks now."

"I need to tell Dumbledore!" And with a sharp 'crack', the woman was gone.

"...Really, Tonks? Really? Way to ditch guard duty." Shrugging, Harry focused on the letter instead, since that was honestly way more interesting.

'Potter,

You speak as if your uncle breaks your nose frequently.

As for Wormtail, I have yet to learn what exactly he was doing. He gave himself a concussion when he ran into the wall, and claims he no longer recalls what happened. I would simply slide into his mind, but doing so would likely damage his him more. He cannot afford to lose any more brain cells. I need at least partially competent followers. The paper bag, I believe, had something to do with Nagini, though she refuses to tell me what was happening.

Now that I have politely answered your questions, I demand you tell me how to get rid of this damnable Furby!

Voldemort'

After reaching the end of the letter, Harry just began to laugh, unable to stop himself. "Go get some sleep, girl," he said to Hedwig while he stashed the parchment in his pocket. "Oh, but you might want to avoid Number Four. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are..."

"H-hoot!?"

"Yep, I'm afraid so."

Hedwig flew off a moment later, no doubt going to find herself a nice tree to sleep in, and Harry resumed walking, a grin on his face. He had no idea what Fred and George had done to that Furby, but whatever it was appeared to be working. It was clear Voldemort was getting irritated. How amusing that all it took was a children's toy.

"Back, Tonks?"

"..."

"Did you tell Dumbledore about the letter?"

"..."

"When is he going to come to question me?"

"...Oof!" Tonks tripped because of a large crack in the sidewalk that Harry had stepped over neatly just seconds before.

Harry paused and glanced over his shoulder. "You know, you should really ask Snape for lessons on stalking." Turning back around, he continued on his way, smirking.

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