'An Idle Mind Is The Devil's Playground'
By: Night Flame Miko
Contributed to by: Chocolate coated Blue
An: Here is the second chapter. Normally I don't update so fast, but everyone reviewed so quickly and seemed to enjoy it, so I figured I'd give something in return. Thank you to all those who reviewed, they are truly appreciated, me and Chocolate coated Blue couldn't believe the response :D
Some people said they think they have seen this before, and whilst I admit that this is a fairly common plotline I haven't plagiarized anyone, this is just my take on an overused storyline :P
Disclaimer: We don't own these characters, if we did, someone would accept a lemon drop from Dumbledore. :P
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Harry woke up feeling surprisingly rested; it wasn't for lack of nightmares. He just finally, finally had something to look forward to, something to do, even if that something was writing a letter to the Dark Lord Voldemort. Of all people.
Thinking about the letter he still couldn't quite believe that he had gotten a reply, he briefly contemplated that it all may have been a dream (or a nightmare, depending) but then he saw the still open letter and Voldy's distinctly cursive script curled across the page.
He was startled at the relief he felt. Not that his correspondence with Voldemort was really happening, just with the fact that he would be able to talk to someone again! A large smile spread across his face, and, resigning himself to his insanity he walked to the desk and began formulating a reply to the scathing letter from the Dark Lord.
As he started writing he decided that, yes, he did in fact have a death wish, and he just wished he could see old Mouldy-Voldy's face when he read this letter.
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Voldemort was just waking in the morning when a tapping sounded at his window. He knew this type of tap.
Slowly turning to the window his eyebrow twitched as he saw the white owl perched on his window sill, tapping its beak against the window.
Striding across the room he threw open the window and glared as the owl flew in to alight on his bedpost, sticking out a leg with a letter attached.
"I updated the wards yesterday. How do you keep getting in you bloody pigeon?" He ground out between clenched teeth, glaring at the owl, he could have sworn the owl smirked at him, if that was even possible.
Snarling angrily he snatched the letter from the bird he turned his attention away from the owl only to look up just as it flew out the still-open window. Staring at the window and then the parchment in his hand Voldemort could only wonder if Potter apparently didn't want a reply. Not that that would stop him if he felt the urge to mail him, he sneered in his mind.
Opening the letter and beginning to read, an eyebrow began twitching and; hundreds of miles away Harry Potter winced before grinning widely.
Voldemort was ready to kill something before the third sentence was done.
To Tommy-Boy,
So you don't look snake-like anymore? How'd you manage that? Wait…did you…shed?
Ewww. I so did not need (nor want!) that image in my mind *gags*.
Anyway, what do you look like now then? I mean you're like, ancient aren't you. Like 70 years old or something crazy like that. I'm sorry to say, but whilst Big Al can pull off the old man routine, an old man just cannot be a Dark Lord. I mean you run you're whole show by image right?
Or are you back to your diary days, you would still have trouble but a 15-16 year old could (could!) be a Dark Lord. Personally, I hope you're an old man, makes my job a lot easier if you know what I mean. Hehe. *smirks*
Not that old men are apparently easy to beat, if Al is any indication. *sighs* I don't really think you have anything to worry about. The Old Coot refuses to train me and I can only learn so much from the books at the library, even then I can't learn as much as I would like. So waddya say? Lend me some books so we can have a more…even, fight when it comes down to the one on one?
Anywho, that's beside the point. If you decide to reply to this letter you're going to have to either send your own owl or sign a magical oath that you won't harm mine. I don't know what I was thinking before (I wasn't, but what's new?), but I really don't want you killing my owl from something I say or just out of spite. I'm really quite fond of her.
So, I guess chat later if you decide to reply.
From,
The Saviour
Aka Harry Potter
Aka The-Boy-Who-Has-Lost-It
p.s. I know what you think of my intelligence, but I'm really not going to give you any more reasons to come after me. I think I will continue with my childish insults rather than say something that may actually push you into 'chasing after pathetic adolescents' as you so eloquently put it. You really have a way with words, you know that. *grins*
A wandless 'incendio' later and Voldemort still had the deep urge to cause harm. Glaring at the ash floating to the floor he strode into his study, his aura crackling angrily around him, warning his death-eaters that he was currently unavailable; unless they wanted to die.
Stabbing his quill into the inkpot the Dark Lord began scribbling angrily on a piece of parchment, lips pursed into a thin line.
He couldn't believe the audacity of that boy! The brat didn't have to insult anyone; all he had to do was talk and he gave others the deep urge to do lasting harm to him. You would think he would learn some survival skills, what with being in all the near-death experiences he has, never mind the constant threat of death he's had since year one!
Finishing off the letter Voldemort smirked coldly down at it, finally feeling his anger settle down. Calling one of the owls he kept at his manor he attached the letter, adding a wandless dark-hex just to get his point thoroughly across.
Sending the owl off he watched it become a dot in the distance, the cold smirk never leaving his lips. He just wished that he could be there to see the Brat's face when he read the letter!
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It was only a few hours later that Harry felt the tell tale stab of pain in his scar that meant Voldy was really, really pissed. As in: I'm going to rip out someone's spine and beat them to death with it-pissed. Harry counted it a job well done; he just hoped Hedwig got out of there fast enough.
Sure enough, 2 hours later, she swooped through the window and began preening under his gracious praises. Harry knew he would just have to wait; there was no way Voldy would get that angry and then not reply to his letter. Harry had no doubt that it was his letter that sparked Voldy off, he knew the Dark Lord could get angry, and then he could get angry. Harry had realised that he pretty much inspired the second merely by existing, never mind sending insulting letters to the Evil Git.
Half the day had passed before the letter finally arrived. Now Harry isn't the smartest person at the best of times, never mind that he normally ran into situations without thinking about what he was doing first. But this was not one of those times. When the proud eagle owl soared into his room and landed on his desk, glaring at him with baleful eyes, a letter attached to his leg, he decided to take it as a sign and thanking God he turned seventeen a month ago, he pulled out his wand and checked for hexes.
Three seconds later he sent a silent prayer for thinking ahead. A very powerful sterility hex was laced into the letter. Relatively easy to block the hex, it is, however, nearly impossible to reverse once it has been put into affect, especially one as powerful as the one Voldemort put on the letter. Mouthing the counter curse Harry warily took the letter from the vicious eagle-owl, but the bird merely watched him, glaring at him haughtily. Despite it being black, this bird strongly reminded him of Malfoy.
Opening the letter Harry began to read,
Brat,
Never mind what I said. You do not need to insult people to make them want to kill you. You are lucky (extremely lucky) that I have an important operation taking place, otherwise I would drop everything and hunt you down, if simply for calling me Tommy-Boy. Do you want do die? Because it certainly seems like it.
Now to the matter at hand. I did not shed!!! Ever imply such again and I will kill you, despite what I am currently doing. And no I am not an old man. I am in my twenties, at my prime, and now have an increasing urge to end you; something not even I thought was possible. Well done, you have once again achieved the impossible.
Next. No. I will not lend you any books. It is hard enough to kill you without you being even mildly knowledgeable on how to fight. This was not meant as a compliment. I have come to the undeniable conclusion that you have luck on your side. Both forms of it. The Bad luck to get into the situations you do, and then the Good luck to get out of it unscathed. But all luck comes to an end, and I intend to be there when it happens (instigating it, as the case will be).
Also, I swear on my magic that I will not harm one Harry Potter's owl, unless it attacks me or mine, and/or is used to transport any form of spell/hex/jinx in the process of transporting a letter/parcel etc.
I do not give my Oath lightly. I simply believe that any unfamiliar owls will catch the attention of those guarding your house (not very well, by the way).
Finally, you did not answer my question in the previous letter. I'm half tempted to leave the matter but you've sparked what little non-literature curiosity I have. Why do your relatives treat you as they do? Answer me this time, or the consequences will not be pretty.
Sincerely *sneer*,
The Dark Lord,
Voldemort
Harry read the letter twice before shaking his head. He had really managed to piss the guy of this time. Last time there were very few death threats and this time Voldemort's writing was sharp and spiky, instead of the fluid cursive it had been last time. Clearly Voldy had been angry when he wrote this letter. Not that Harry was surprised. He had known that.
No. What did surprise Harry was how quickly the anger drained out of the Dark Lord, maybe he really wasn't insane anymore. Before the anger could take hours, even days before Voldy finally got over it.
Deciding to wait a while before sending out the next one. Harry slumped onto his bed and read the letter again, a wry smile spreading across his face. At least he wasn't bored anymore.
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An: Here is the next one. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. You want the next one as fast, just keep reviewing :D
