Yo! Apologies for the wait. I finished writing this a week ago, but never really got around to typing and editing it. I've been reading a crap load of Naruto fics recently, and can literally sit there and read for hours at a time, so yeah, that's my excuse this time. Blame Kakashi and Itachi. And Gaara. And Neji.

Marvolo had no idea what Harry was on about, because he hadn't, in fact, sent anyone, let alone Harry a letter. Well, as far as he remembered, at least. Which meant two things. Either he had sent the letter while drunk, which was certainly possible, or someone had forged it, which probably just as possible.

He had Harry stay back after class as soon as he could, and examined the letter himself. Even at first glance, it was obvious that the hand writing was his own. Or appeared to be, at least. But there were spells out there that could mimic or replicate something like that, and they weren't particularly difficult to learn and perform.

The way the letter was written-the words used, was strange too. It was addressed to 'Potter' and signed as 'Voldemort', which immediately stood out, since the two referred to one another as 'Harry' and 'Marvolo' now.

And despite having addressed the letter to 'Potter', the writer had used 'Harry' in the middle of the letter, as if they had forgotten they were pretending not to be familiar with the teen.

Which likely also meant that the writer had no idea how close Marvolo and Harry really were, despite knowing that Leo Bright was Voldemort. So that ruled out Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Dumbledore. ...Huh.

"If Dumbledore didn't write it, then who did?" Harry asked.

Marvolo frowned, but didn't answer right away, still staring at the letter in his hands. Old Dumbledore had been his first guess too. It just seemed like something the foolish meddler would do. Unless he was pretending not to know how close the two had gotten, but really, what reason would he have to do that?

Both Marvolo and Harry were at a baffled loss. There were no magical signatures on the letter, and not even Hedwig could show them who had asked for her to deliver it, leading them to believe the sender had used a spell on the owl to either confuse her, or cause her to forget.

And while Harry was fuming that someone had dared touch Hedwig, neither he nor Marvolo could figure out the point to any of this. There had to be a reason, right? Not even Luna was able to shed any light on the situation, and that was really saying something...


As January came to an end, the populace of Wizarding Britain and Hogwarts herself, were once more subjected to a rather controversial edition of the Daily Prophet. But it wasn't Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore who was under scrutiny this time. No, it was Harry James Potter.

Well, wasn't that just bloody brilliant? Harry sure as Trevor didn't think so.

'Boy-Who-Lived and Dark Lord You-Know-Who Secretly in Communication!?

This reporter was quite surprised to find an unmarked envelope on his desk just last night. This envelope contained a letter that I was shocked to realize had been written by none other than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and addressed, much to my growing alarm, to our Saviour. (A copy of the letter can be found below.)

Now it seems we must all ask ourselves if the Boy-Who-Lived is truly as innocent as we were all led to believe. Is he truly worthy to be called our Saviour?

Until next time, precious readers!

Saala Kamina

Printed right below was the letter supposedly sent from Voldemort to Harry.

Potter,

For the last time-I didn't kill the bloody Godaime Kazekage*! Now please refrain from asking me that again!

Voldemort

At Gryffindor Table, Harry set his copy of the newspaper on fire, and stalked out of the Great Hall, muttering, "Like I even want to be your fucking Saviour!" Closely following him was Hermione, looking quite concerned. Up at the Head Table, Professor Bright did the exact same thing, though it was Snape who followed after him, his robes billowing behind him epically.

One of the students watching the proceedings smirked, clearly pleased with themselves. Ron, meanwhile, too caught up in the Quidditch statistics, didn't notice he was inhaling charred newspaper remains along with his bacon. Neville, however, did notice, and made a mental note to have the redhead go see the nurse one of these days. There was no way this was healthy.

*I know Gaara didn't die when he was Kazekage, this was written on purpose. I mean, technically he did, but that wasn't a permanent death. Anyway, looking forward to reviews! Laterz!