Yo! Thank you to all readers so far! I can't focus properly today, so forgive any mistakes I may have missed.
Voldemort was not at all in a good mood. Why were so many of his followers so bloody incompetent? Ask them to do one little thing, and they would fuck it up somehow. Even if he asked them to get him a simple mug of coffee. Really?
He had some very important plans taking place at the Ministry, but as expected, those idiots had screwed up and nearly destroyed all his hard work. It was a good thing he had a back up plan prepared.
...Maybe he needed to start screening those wishing to follow him. Perhaps have them pass a series of tests before they could qualify to become Death Eaters. Yes, yes that would be for the best.
He was still incredibly frustrated though, already aware of, and not looking forward to the sleepless nights he had ahead of him. Unfortunately, all this had set back his 'Hogwarts' plans as well, which certainly wasn't helping matters at all...
Three days of zero rest passed. Voldemort sat at his desk in his study, exhausted but hard at work. It had taken some time, but things were finally beginning to move in his favour once more, though he still had much to do. Still, he was at least going to be able to get some sleep tonight, which was a relief in itself.
Suddenly, Nagini slithered into the room, the door automatically opening for her, as it had been charmed to do. "Master, you are still awake? I can smell that you are tired. When will you rest?"
"Tonight, lovely one, tonight."
"Good. That owl has come again. The pretty white one."
"I'm still not letting you eat her, Nagini."
If snakes could pout, Nagini would have done so. Instead, she just hissed in irritation. "Then give me a rat."
Voldemort knew better than to argue, and simply conjured a fat rat that ran out of the room immediately, already aware of its fate. Nagini hissed an eerie sort of laugh, and chased after the rat. Just as the door began to shut behind her, the snow white owl flew into the room, landing on the large desk, just shy of the parchments he had been working on.
Good owl.
She had a letter for him, along with a small package. He raised a hairless brow. Had Potter decided not to wait until his birthday in December after all? Odd, though he certainly wasn't complaining. He could definitely use a gift after the stress of the last few days.
He went for the letter first though, curious to know what the brat felt about those filthy Muggle relatives of his being dead. He hadn't meant to send those severed fingers to him, but he had been drunk, and hadn't even realized he had done it until Lucius had told him once he'd been sober. That had been a rather awkward conversation, to say the least.
Voldemort,
To be honest, for once in my life, I actually have no idea what to say. Am I supposed to be mad, or thank you? To tell you the truth, I'm leaning more towards the latter. I'm sure no one else will agree with me though. They'll probably think I'm insane, though it wouldn't be the first time, would it?
Why are you bothering to make my life better and easier if you're just going to kill me? Is there a point to all this? To getting Sirius pardoned and killing the Dursleys? Are you trying to make it so I'll feel even worse when you kill me? You're a Dark Lord, so I guess it does make sense, right?
Did you see the article on the front page of the Daily Prophet the other day? It was all about your accusations against Dumbledore. He looked pretty shocked in that picture, didn't he? I'm pretty sure Colin's behind that. He's always carrying that camera around with him.
A lot of students are really confused right now, no matter their...affiliation in this war. I don't think they know who to believe here. I think a fair few of them have been abused themselves, and I can't say I'd put it past Dumbledore to ignore their pleas for help. I don't think they can anymore either, so if you were trying to plant seeds of doubt at Hogwarts by sending him that letter, you've definitely succeeded.
I don't really know how to say this, but I'm a little stuck now. I'm supposed to be the Saviour for the Light, but I'm really starting to question that. Others are too.
What even is the point of this war? Why are the 'Light' and the 'Dark' even fighting in the first place? Getting rid of all Muggles and Muggleborns is impossible, but so is trying to rid the world of all 'Dark' Wizards and magic.
Sorry for rambling, I'm just really confused right now. I guess I'm kind of hoping you can answer some of my questions? Dumbledore certainly won't, and to be frank, I want to know what exactly I'm supposed to be fighting for in the first place.
Harry Potter
PS. You still have to wait until your birthday for a proper present, but I figured I should give you something in...thanks anyway. It'll be pretty useful if you're trying to ruin Dumbledore. I hate that old man, so I don't care if you...release it to the general public. Just uh, keep my name out of it, yeah?
Surprised and quite confused, the man set the parchment down on his desk and reached for the little parcel, his curiosity growing with each passing second. He undid the wrappings, then carefully pulled the lid off. At first glance the box appeared empty. And then he looked closer and realized he'd been wrong.
For a moment he just stared, unable to believe what he was seeing. When his brain finally connected the dots, he began to laugh abruptly, the sound low and menacing.
Voldemort was now the happiest Dark Lord in existence. Everything, even having to deal with that fucking Furby had been worth it. Soon, very soon, Dumbledore was deeply going to regret many of his actions.
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