Author's Note: Several reviewers wanted me to continue this story, so here is Chapter 2. This chapter takes place during Draco's second year. Draco's letters are in italics.
Voldemort didn't recognize the owl, but he knew that the letter just had to be from one of his Death Eaters. Who else would be sending him a letter? And why it had taken them this many years to write him?
It was a struggle to open up the letter, though. Voldemort had no hands, as he was not yet strong enough to once again have a human body. So, he had to use his fangs. It really was a good thing that snakes had such sharp fangs.
When Voldemort finally got the letter opened, he looked at its contents eagerly. It quickly became obvious, however, that this letter was not from any of his Death Eaters.
Father, Potter and Weasley flew an enchanted car to Hogwarts. They were spotted by several Muggles. They should have been expelled, but no, they were just given detentions. I am so tired of all this favoritism being shown toward the Gryffindors. It isn't fair. Why does everyone insist on treating Potter like he's someone special? He's nothing but a scarhead.
Voldemort hissed at the mention of Potter's name. He then scanned the rest of the letter in an attempt to find out who it was from.
The letter was signed Draco.
That was not a common name. The only Draco that Voldemort knew of was Lucius's son.
But there was no way this Draco could be Lucius's son. Lucius was many things, but he had never been whiny.
Voldemort than looked at the envelope in which the letter had arrived. It had the Malfoy seal on it.
So, this whiny Draco was Lucius's son after all.
But why was Lucius's whiny son sending him letters? Voldemort had more reason than anyone else to hate Harry Potter, but this was ridiculous. Voldemort didn't want to hear about how Dumbledore gave Harry Potter special treatment. The only news that Voldemort wanted to hear about Harry Potter was that he had died.
Voldemort tried to question the owl on why he had been sent the letter, but the Dark Lord wasn't able to speak in his current form. All he could do was hiss, and it quickly became clear that the owl didn't understand hissing.
It wasn't long before another letter arrived.
Father, I hate the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. He is such an idiot. Really, when is Dumbledore finally going to give us a professor who knows what he's doing? It was bad enough that last year we had Quirrell, who was scared of his own shadow. But this idiot is even worse. At least Quirrell knew what he was talking about, even if it did take him hours to get a single sentence out of his mouth.
At least the boy could write about something that was actually important. He was both whiny and useless. It was hard to believe that he really was Lucius's son.
It was not long before the next letter arrived. Really, did Voldemort look like Lucius Malfoy? Lucius had a snake head on his cane, but there was a huge different between that and a real snake.
Father, that Mudblood dared to insult me. She told me I only got onto the Slytherin Quidditch team because of the broomsticks you bought all of us. They're awesome brooms, by the way. They're way better than anything that any of the Gryffindors have, including Potter. Finally, Potter is able to see with his own eyes that I'm better than him.
But my happiness is tainted by that Mudblood. She implied that I had no talent. I, have no talent. Ha. I've been riding on a broomstick since I've been little. Yet, the Mudblood still thinks that Potter is so wonderful. Potter was raised by Muggles and only knows how to use a broomstick for sweeping, which is such servant's work. How is it that Mudblood doing so much better in school than I am? She's clearly not that smart. It's that Gryffindor favoritism once again. I'm so tired of it. I am a Pureblood. I will always be better than that Mudblood.
As for Potter, he is the one with no talent. He's just on the Gryffindor Quidditch team because everyone sees him as some sort of charity case. People should pity me for once. I'm the one being treated unfairly, not Potter.
Voldemort was sick and tired of hearing about Harry Potter. Wasn't it enough that the boy had destroyed his body? Did the boy really have to continue torturing him just because Lucius's whiny son liked to complain about him? How many more times was Voldemort going to have to be reminded of Harry Potter's existence?
When Voldemort saw the owl the next time, he considered trying to eat it. He was tired of Draco Malfoy's letters. Lucius was the one who should be receiving all these letters, not him. Draco Malfoy was not Lord Voldemort's son. Voldemort was now gladder than ever that he had no children. They did nothing but cause lots of stress.
The owl, however, managed to keep itself out of Voldemort's strike range. If only he had his wand. One day Potter was going to pay for reducing him to this state.
The owl dropped the letter and flew off quickly.
Voldemort slithered over to the letter and considered for a moment whether or not he should open it. In the end, he decided not to. He had better things to do then to read about all the whiny complaints of a spoiled boy. Draco Malfoy had no idea what it meant to have a tough life. Draco Malfoy had no idea what it meant to be treated unfairly.
Voldemort slithered away from the letter, having no idea that if he had opened it, he would have learned that the Chamber of Secrets had been reopened.
As it was, Voldemort did not learn about that event until he felt the Horcrux contained in his diary being destroyed. But by then, it was too late for him to do anything about it.
The only good news for Voldemort was that he never again saw Draco Malfoy's owl, who had decided that he didn't want to risk being eaten again.
As for the letter that Voldemort had left behind, it was eventually discovered by Dumbledore, who was following up on rumors that Voldemort had been in the area recently.
Dumbledore opened up the letter. Perhaps it contained information on where Voldemort was heading next.
Father, finally something right is happening. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. The Mudbloods are finally going to get what they deserve. I just hope the heir takes care of Potter as well.
The words hurt Dumbledore, but they weren't completely unexpected. But how had a letter from Draco gotten here? Draco had clearly been writing his father, not Voldemort.
"Life has many mysteries," Dumbledore finally muttered to himself as he placed the letter in the pocket of his robe.
The owl, meanwhile, had decided to once again risk delivering his master's letters to their intended destination. Lucius Malfoy may be known for doing many horrible things, but he had never be known for trying to eat poor owls that were just trying to do their job. The owl could only hope that wouldn't change.
"I thought I told you I didn't want any more letters from my son," Lucius hissed at the owl.
The owl gave him a long-suffering look.
"Fine," Lucius sighed. "I'll take the letter."
As soon as the owl had left, Lucius looked around to make sure that Narcissa was nowhere nearby.
Lucius couldn't believe he had gotten this desperate, but there was no way he was going to torture himself again with his son's letters full of nothing but complaint after complaint.
Lucius tossed the letter into the fireplace. He did not leave the room until all evidence of its existence had been completely burned up.
What Narcissa didn't know wouldn't hurt her.