AN: So I wasn't originally planning to continue this, but then the plot bunny kept nagging at me. If anyone's wondering, this particular bunny is a Netherland dwarf. They're quite stubborn creatures.

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Ron let out a massive yawn as they entered the great hall, "Remind me again why we had to wake up this early? It's Sunday." At the break of dawn Hermione had barged into the boys dorm and demanded they get up. After much arguing the other residents of the room grumpily kicked them out.

"I already told you we're studying. You agreed to this yesterday," Hermione huffed as they sat down. Ron complained a little more as he dished his food, but once he started eating he devoted all his attention to the food.

About halfway through breakfast the mail arrived. Nothing out of the ordinary if it weren't for the massive eagle owl that flew in shortly after all the other birds left. It circled the room a few times before dropping a small package with a letter in front of Harry. There was a truly foul smell emanating from the package.

"What the bloody hell is that?" asked Ron as he pinched his nose. Hermione looked like she wanted to scold him but was trying not to breathe too deeply. Harry shrugged, staring at it in confusion.

Slowly, Harry reached out and untied the envelope from the package. His eyes widened, Harry James Potter, was written in neat cursive. The ink was Slytherin green. Turning his attention to the package he sighs in disappointment. If Voldemort was going to try poisoning him why not at least make it less obvious.

He looks up at his two friends with a grin, "It's a reply to that letter I sent, remember the one?" They both pale.

"Be careful opening that. He could've done something to it. You're lucky nothing seems to have happened when you touched it."

"You worry too much Hermione. Besides, Voldemort doesn't work like that. He'd prefer to have the pleasure of killing me in person. Otherwise he would of made the cookies a little less obviously toxic." Harry ripped open the letter.

"How do you know it's cookies?" asked both Hermione and Ron in unison.

"I asked for some. Clearly the Dark side making the best cookies is a myth."

Draco Malfoy, who had been trying to look at the letter on his way out having recognized the owl who delivered it, froze looking horrified.

"You asked the Dark Lord for cookies!"

Harry huffed in annoyance as people gasped and some even attempted to subtly move away from him, "Yes, now leave me alone while I read my letter."

'Dear Potter,

I appreciate your concern, but it was completely unnecessary. I was well aware of the pronunciation. However I have resigned myself to the idiocy of others and stopped correcting them.

I would ask that you not contact me in future.

With much hate,

Voldemort

PS. enjoy the cookies

Cackling, Harry passed the letter to Ron. In between gasping for breath he said, "What a liar."