'An Idle Mind Is The Devil's Playground'
By: Night Flame Miko
Contributed to by: Chocolate coated Blue
An: Yes. I am alive. I don't have much excuse for this being so late save for the fact my family decided to spring a surprise trip on me out into the middle of no-where. Seriously, there was no internet (Blasphemy!) and no mobile connection. I was able to plan the chapter but not type it and get it up... It was the single most mind numbing experience of my life…and I was trapped in a house with my little cousins…as in 18 months and 4 years. I wanted to die :)
Ok. Severe rant over. You can all get on with the story now. This should be fun in any case, I'm planning on introducing some fun little things in here (*evil cackle*).
So yeah, enjoy :D
Disclaimer: We don't own these characters
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Harry was frustrated.
He had been trapped with the Weasleys for five days now. Only five days and he was already ripping hair out and twitching every time he so much as heard his friends' voices.
He had no idea what had happened to him over the holidays but where as he used to view his friends 'little squabbles' as amusing he was now planning on taking a page from Voldie's book and AK-ing them if they so much as looked at each other wrong, OR
mentioned how anti-social he was these days.
Seriously, they weren't making him any more social by nagging him every five seconds.
And he now could safely say he was completely paranoid. It's one thing to think your enemies are out to get you, but actually wondering whether his friends were following him everywhere or questioning the fact that there always just happened to be someone with him no matter where he went. It was frustrating.
But he was finally getting some alone time.
He had bought all his school books after his lil' rendezvous with the Dark Lord, but he had to tell his friends he had just ordered them by owl post…it wasn't totally unbelievable in any case. Though his friends being the suspicious people they were questioned him anyway, and what was with that? Did they not trust him? I mean, he didn't actually order it by owl post, and he had actually bought them after having a chat with the most evil being since…someone else evil…like Grindelwald…but that was beside the point, they didn't trust him!...
…His argument sounded pathetic even to himself.
Sighing he decided to have a chat with his therapist.
In other the words: the Dark Lord.
A smirk slowly crawled across his face, he knew his friends wouldn't be back for a little while so he could probably get a letter written and out before they got back.
Rubbing his hands together he quickly pulled out a quill and some parchment, wondering just how pissed off Voldie was going to be when he realised that Harry had used this letter as a huge rant-fest.
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Voldemort was ever so slightly confused when the now-familiar white owl swooped in the conveniently open window (he didn't bother questioning that anymore either). He went from confused to ticked when the owl had the audacity to land on his shoulder, as if a bird was allowed to perch on him.
Turning the glare that had been known to send grown men to their knees on the animal it simply cocked a head before somehow smirking, as if amused by his pitiful attempt to cow it.
Scowling he simply snatched the letter and pushed it away, causing it to land on his desk with an indignant squawk, ruffle of its feathers and a glare. Smirking at it he proceeded to open the letter and began to read.
Riddles, (Voldemort twitched. How the hell did he keep coming up with different nicknames?! Every. Single. Letter. Had a different name! And what had he told the brat about using that name? Did Potter have no sense of self preservation?)
Long time no speak! Figured I'd say hi, how's it been and all that…yeah…
Whom I kidding? I need a distraction, because at the rate things'r going; if my friends aren't careful I'm going to wind up killing one of them. Seriously, after 2 months of forced isolation (except you, and that's not saying much) I do not have the patience to deal with them and their little problems.
I mean, they're supposed to be my friends' right? Been through thick and thin and all that, and when I'm left with my abusive relatives do they even make an attempt to come visit/talk to me? If it was them in my place, I would have at least attempted something!
And now they're getting all annoyed at me for not talking enough!
Fucking hypocrites.
In any case, just figured I'd blow off some steam in this letter. I mean its not like you can want me anymore dead then you already do. And if you get annoyed by this lil' letter of mine…well…sucks to be you. Hehe…ugh…
It's not working, writing a letter and all that may work for some people, but I'm more the action type'a guy…Think you could send over a death eater for a lil' life and death duel? I find that beating the living shit out of someone is great for stress relief.
In any case, that's me done. You can incendio the letter now. *smirks*
From,
Your Friendly Ranter
Voldemort felt a tic develop above his left eye.
Who did Potter think he was!? He wasn't the boys' councillor! He had neither the time nor the will to read about the brats pathetic teenage problems. And he had wondered at his sense of self-preservation! The boy obviously had none.
He sneered as he complied with the letter and watched with vague satisfaction as the parchment went up in smoke. Potter was wrong, apparently. He had said that Voldemort couldn't want him anymore dead then he already did… Well, he didn't just want the boy dead now; he wanted him to suffer first!
Fucking teenagers and their angst.
And the worst thing about this whole situation is that he couldn't reply! The Dark Lord was not stupid; he knew that if a letter arrived with Potters owl then his stupid little comrades would wonder who the Brat was talking to.
And that would just create more problems than sending a scathing letter would be worth.
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Of course, Voldemort didn't know that problems had already risen on that front anyway.
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Just as Harry was sending off Hedwig with his rant-letter to Voldy, the door opened and Hermione and Ron walked in having one of their obligatory arguments.
Harry spun around just as they stopped in the doorway, spotting Hedwig as she flew off into the distance. Hermione immediately put down her books, a puzzled frown on her face as she turned to Harry.
"Harry, where is Hedwig going?" She peered at the owl, which was still all-too visible through the window. "And is that a letter on her leg? Who are you sending letters too?"
Harry's mind seemed to grind to a halt as he tried to come up with something, anything that wasn't the truth. Realising it wasn't happening anytime soon he simply shrugged, which come to think of it, would never go over well with his friends. They weren't the type to allow him any privacy…whatsoever.
This time it was Ron who stepped forward and questioned him,
"C'mon mate. You can tell us." Ron looked to Hermione who nodded, crossed her arms and started tapping a foot.
"We're just curious. It's not like it could be anyone bad, could it?"
Harry muffled a snort and at their alarmed looks he frantically started thinking again before inspiration hit and he grinned happily in his mind whilst putting on a sheepish look.
"Well…I'm sorry guys, but I was so bored over the holidays, and I had no-one to talk to…at all… And considering the wards blocked all letters going out to friends…well, I figured I had nothing to lose and I really needed to talk to someone. Even if it wasn't a friend…So…I sorta…"
Hermione looked confused at first, and then realisation dawned. Ron, on the other hand, looked horrified. Surprisingly he was the first to speak.
"Harry, mate, you didn't! Please anyone but-"
Harry nodded, a wry grin passing over his face.
"Yup. I started mailing Malfoy…I mean anyone to talk to was better than no-one at all. Even if all of it was posturing, insults and threats. It passed the time."
Ron still looked vaguely green but Hermione was surprisingly accepting…or maybe it was just shock. In any case, she asked a very valid question,
"So why are you still mailing him. It's not like you don't have anyone to talk to now."
His mind raced once again even as he found himself nodding, settling on an answer he quickly responded.
"Well, despite not having to anymore, he had sent one last letter before I arrived and I couldn't just let what he said pass…" He shrugged, "So I waited until I thought I could send the letter, cause I figured you guys wouldn't be really happy with me for mailing him, despite the fact it's not like we're friends."
They just nodded and Harry sighed, gesturing vaguely to the door he questioned plaintively,
"Anyway, would you mind leaving, I have to change for dinner…"
They just nodded, seemingly still shocked and horrified and headed out the door as if in a trance. Shaking his head Harry closed the door behind them before leaping for a pen and parchment so he would be ready to send a letter out as soon as Hedwig got back.
Wondering how to start it he quickly began to write,
Hey Volds,
Yeah. Sorry bout this, but could I ask you to do something for me…
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An: There we go peoples. One more chapter, and in the next we will be starting the whole Hogwarts side of things. It should be fun! Especially with what I have done wtih Malfoy having to talk to Harry (Muahahaha!). Hehe. Hope you guys enjoyed.
And as always: Reviews=Happy me :P
