Bonjourno! OK I have just about a bajillion HP storiess and ideas in my head. And this finally is my first attempt at putting it all down on paper. Or FF. Whatever. I'm into HP/SS right now but I don't think it'll work in this story. I'm rambling, aren't I? Then without further ado...
The New Path
All was well on Privet Drive. Except for one occupant of #4 Privet Drive. The person is question, Harry Potter, was worried. And annoyed. Lets also add enraged, betrayed, fustrated, and hungry. None of which was really his fault. Most of it had to do with Albus Dumbledore, and Voldemort was at fault for the fustrated part. Oh yes, Hedwig too. She was making Mr.Potter annoyed because she wanted an owl treat. But lets not get into that.
Harry was worried. Partly because he was threatened by the second-most-powerful-man-in-the-world, otherwise none as Voldemort. Secondly, because he wasn't sure he was totally human anymore. He was enraged because Dumbledore never told him about the prophecy, and had known about all the hell he'd been through all his life, and did nothing to stop it. Betrayed because, well, who wouldn't be after discovering your Headmaster was using you as a pawn? Harry was fustrated because he had no access to the outside world, as I said before, is Voldemort's part. You see, no owls were making their way to him as part of the fact that Voldemort would find out his location and for his 'protection'.
Which was why Harry found it odd when he spotted a great horned owl coming towards him, as he gazed out his window.
"Hey there, where did you come from?" Harry said softly. His voice was slightly rusty from disuse.
The owl hooted, dropped the small package, and flew off. Harry picked up the parcel and opened it.
Dear Lord Potter,
'-Wait. When did the term Lord come into play?'
We, that is Gringotts Goblins, convey you our sympathies on your godfather's death. Although you are undoubtly grieving, we request your presence at Gringotts for the deceased Lord Sirius Black's will and testimony. Everyone will meet at the Office Of Wills in my office. Ask a goblin to escourt you. It will start at 10:30am. Afterwards, if you have to other business, we would like your presence at Redtongue's office for money and any other things that need to be taken care of.
Yours in banking,
Hookface
Office of Wills
Harry's stomach growled. You could definitly say that was odd. Lord Potter. Lord Potter-Black maybe? That had a nice ring to it.
Severus Snape sat in the Hogwarts staffroom, stunned. Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived, and his archenemy's son, sent him an owl. A letter. Not a Howler or practical joke with some odd pus in it. But a letter. 'He must have finally cracked,' thought Severus wryly.
Dear Proffessor Snape,
I would like to start this letter off with something momentous. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for being ignorant about the war, and the position it's put you in. I'm sorry for the way my parents treated you. Hell, I'm sorry for the way I treated you. No one deserves disrespect just because his 'mask' isn't a nice person.
Admit it. We all have masks. You know the way Slytherins act in the halls? I bet they don't trip their classmates in the common room. Dumbledore hides behind a wise old man mask. I hide behind an innocent little Griffindor mask. Narcissa Malfoy hides behind a pureblood snotty mask. No one show their true selves to the public.
All that aside, I vote we have a truce. To end all the hatred between our families. Don't toss this out now. I would just like to start over as if we never knew each other. Seriously. Next time I see you, I'm gonna come up to you and say 'Hi I'm Harry Potter, Dark Lord Defeater Extradinaire.' And then you'll say something. Then we will talk like civilsed people. Agreed?
Yours Truly,
Harry Potter
Ha. He did it. He got the guts to send a letter to Snape. Wait. If he was start over it should be Proffesor Snape.
Harry chuckled mentally. 'I think I'm going crazy.'
