The golden trio were in the tent as they continued their search for Horcruxes.
Hermione read her books learning any information that might be useful to them in the future. Ron was playing with his Deluminator and Harry was writing a letter.
"C´mon Harry, tell us what and who you're writing to" said the redhead boy after stealing and restoring the store lights for countless times.
"It's a statement" replied the child of the prophecy without taking his eyes off the paper.
"Good idea… we should also write our wills" the sarcasm was completely attached to his words.
"Ron!" the scolding of the only girl present did not wait.
"It was just a joke Hermione" Ron tried to appease the girl's anger.
Just as his 2 friends finished their conversation, Harry finished writing his letter. He folded it carefully before putting it in an envelope. He casually took his wand and began to recite different spells on it.
Hermione immediately recognized those incantations. They were a protection spell against the weather forces, an automatic displacement spell so that the letter flew alone towards its destination like those used in the Ministry of Magic, an anti-tracking spell so that the location of the sender is never known and an automatic activation spell to make something work or activate without need to perform the action that is supposed to activate it.
Curiosity eating her, so Hermione got up from her bed and walked a few steps to Harry in order to resolve all her doubts.
And there she saw it.
"Is it a howler?" the girl asked more out of a natural reaction than out of ignorance, because she knew how to identify those despicable letters very well.
"What thing?" Ronald asked, remembering his own experience with these evil objects.
"Yes" the black-haired boy replied laconically. He got up from his bed and took the envelope and went to the exit.
"You must really hate whoever you're sending it to" Ron also got up from his bed and followed his best friend. Hermione went after them.
"Yes" was the same answer.
Outside the tent, Harry took the letter in both hands and whispered the recipient's name to it. Then he released it like it was a owl. If the paper rectangle had the ability to move its ends up and down it would definitely have looked like one.
The golden trio saw the letter soar into the sky before disappearing into the distance shortly after.
"Hey, you still haven't told us who the letter was addressed to" Ron asked Harry.
"Voldemort"
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"WHAT?!" Hermione screamed with her face expressing nothing but fear.
"Harry! How can you did that?!" Ron was same or worse. He put both hands to his head.
The black-haired boy shrugged before answering.
"In Muggle schools I learned that when 2 armies go to war they send letters officially declaring it"
Even using all her extraordinary intelligence, Hermione wasn´t able to understand why her friend did such a crazy act.
"And what exactly did you write to him?" the girl asked feeling a pressure in her stomach. Without her knowing it, Ronald also had the same feeling.
That pressure suddenly increased when they saw Harry show a mischievous smile.
"Come inside. I have a copy"
Harry led his 2 friends to his things and gave them a piece of parchment that appeared to be a draft of the letter he had sent. However, the final words that he definitely use in the letter were completely visible. Both immediately began to read.
Ron and Hermione felt that death had taken their souls.
MALFOY MANSION DINING ROOM
Oh Voldemort, impure demon, disgusting relative of the devil, secretary of Satan himself.
How the hell consider yourself the future of wizarding world that canst not even slay a flobberworm with your naked arse?
The devil shits, and your army eats.
You, son of a bitch, will never defeat the Dumbledore's Army, the true wizards of Hogwarts.
We are not afraid of your followers. By air, land and sea, we will fight against you.
Fuck your mother.
You, wizarding world dry shit, muggle hooker, Diagon Alley alcoholic, fornicator of beasts from the forbidden forest, shit-pickup man of Ministry of Magic.
Slytherin pig, inept thief from Gringotts, queer from hell.
Idiot from London, slimy from Hogwarts, and a stupid ridiculous in the eyes of the founders and Merlin.
Son of losers and nothing of greater importance than a stain of grime on a troll's genitals.
Pig piss, centaur arse, mangy dog and strangled snake.
Go fucking your own mother.
And this is what we Dumbledore's Army declare to you, filthy.
When we're done with you, you won't even be raising worms for the owls.
And this is how we conclude this letter without noting the date, because either in summer or winter, autumn or spring and any day of the week that you can come and kiss our arse.
We sign, Harry Potter and all the wizards of Dumbledore's army.
Just a second after the last syllable was spoken the letter was immediately destroyed; the multiple pieces fell gently onto the table.
A deathly silence established its dominance in that room. Every Death Eater present stopped their breath and used all their willpower not to move even a micron.
"...my lord...?" Wormtail, of course, was the first to speak. Sometimes and only sometimes his stupidity outweighed his tremendous cowardice. Turning his head, he looked towards the man who was declared the terror of wizarding world.
What he saw was an image that would haunt him to the end of his pathetic days.
The recipient of the letter was shaking with poorly contained anger. His extremely pale skin was dyed an intense and unnatural red color by his boiling blood fruit of an amalgam of anger, rage and fury.
His teeth gnashed like the rusted hinges of a dungeon cell, foam was gushing from his lips. No one ever imagined how a face devoid of almost all facial structure could make such an incredibly angry expression.
The one who must not be named rose violently from his seat and drew his wand. Each Death Eater's instincts screamed at them 2 things: escape immediately and cover your ears.
"¡AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
GOLDEN TRIO TENT (AT NIGHT)
After reading the letter, Hermione and Ronald spent the next several hours complaining, scolding Harry, crying or walking left to right in fright until it was time to sleep.
Just as the golden trio were falling asleep, they swore they could hear the residue of a very angry scream coming from miles into the distance.
Harry smiled, Hermione's eyes widened in terror and Ron cried again.
HOGWARTS BATTLE DAY
Everyone expected an army of men dressed in darkness. Everyone hoped to be a participant in a battle that would define the future of the wizardly world and the world in general. All were willing to give their lives if necessary.
What no one expected is that on the day of the battle, only a man in a black robe would show up without an army behind him. Just because they had seen him before, many knew that he was Voldemort, because with that red skin mixed with his deformed and enraged face he could well be a demon from hell.
"HARRYYYY POTTEEEEEEEEER!" that wasn't a battle cry. That was a furious and evil guttural scream that could have scared even a Dementor to death "HARRYYYY POTTEEEEEEEEER!"
Voldemort was the only dark wizard present and he was the only one needed. The one who should not be named was in a state of berserker rage that led him to run and enter Hogwarts castle, casting the killing curse left and right at whatever and whoever was in front of him.
He cast the killing curse with the precision of a sniper and the speed of a semi-automatic pistol. At one point the deadly green spell ceased to be cast individually to be cast as a monstrous form of laser beam sweeping and destroying structures in its path and killing whoever it struck.
He didn't even stop when his attack killed his worst enemy, completely disintegrating him. Harry Potter and Dumbledore's army were long dead but the greatest dark wizard that ever lived continued to shoot his death ray everywhere until the castle's structures weakened and collapsed.
By a horrible miracle, Voldemort had survived the fall of the rubble that had once been Hogwarts. But he was so tired that he lay down on the floor and fell asleep within seconds.
LIMBO
Every student and teacher who was present during the "Hogwarts Massacre" suddenly woke up in a place similar to King's Cross Station, only it was painted, even in the smaller corner, of an immaculate white.
There a large group of men and women dressed in black robes awaited them. They were the Death Eaters who were the first to be killed by Voldemort when his madness was unleashed.
"HARRY!" yelled everyone present with their faces injected with anger.
"It was worth it"
I hope you enjoyed it.
Harry Potter is owned by (my personally sanctified writer) Joanne Rowling, better known as J. K. Rowling.
The letter that Harry sent is based on the letter from the legend of the Ukrainian Cossacks of Zaporozhia, who sent a letter to Sultan Mehmed IV of the Ottoman Empire full of insults after the latter still tried to subjugate them after the Cossacks defeated the sultan army.