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Dear Barnabus Cuffe, Editor of the daily prophet,
It has come to my attention that your paper has been questioning which side my loyalties fall on. I feel it is my duty to tell you how it really is, without the speculation of other reporters. I want the world to hear my side of things from me personally. I have enclosed an article written by myself that explains everything about my stance on the impending war. It may need a bit of editing, if you have any questions please contact me via owl. I shall be awaiting your reply.
Sincerely,
Harry J. Potter
P.S. Wands and Brooms ready.
The next morning Harry woke to a tapping at his window, to his amazement it was a reply from the daily prophet editor. He would gladly print the article and he was thrilled that Harry had written it himself; it would be in this morning's prophet. With a large smile Harry got ready for his day, the boy-who-lived walked to breakfast with Neville and Theo, ignoring their questioning looks about his happy mood. He simply told them they would find out soon enough.
When they reached the Great Hall the student body was in an uproar. People were running around the great hall going from one table to another talking and whispering. "What has everyone in such a fuss?" Theo asked as he and the other boys sat down. His question was answered when Pansy handed him a daily prophet, Theo and Neville began to read.
The-Boy-who-lived what side his he really fighting for?
Harry James Potter, also known as the-boy-who-lived, vanquished He-who-must-not-be-named when he was barely a year old. And though it was not because of any extraordinary magic he posed from that day forth he has been known as a symbol for the Light side of the wizarding world. Many witches and wizards have placed their faith in him, expecting to find safety with a 16 year old boy. And with the return of Voldermort and the impending war, it seems that all is doomed.. It has been under great speculation which side of the war he is truly on since his recent resorting. Mr. Potter has written a letter to the daily prophet editor and I have agreed to print it.
To the witches and Wizards of the Wizarding world,
With the latest articles popping up accusing me of going dark, I have taken it upon myself to finally announce my position in this war. I must first say that I find it sad that an entire world of people able to do magic has placed its hope in the form of 16 year old boy. Instead of banding together and fighting for the greater good you are all running scared and paying that I will stop the evil that has invaded your world. I am no longer fighting for the light side nor am I fighting for the dark side. There are three sides to this war, light dark, and mine. I believe you are all wondering why I have chosen to denounce the light side and create my own side, its simple really. I am tired of being a pawn in this war. I am tired of being your hero when there are men and women who risk their lives every day to save yours, those are the real heroes not myself.
Dumbledore and his little order of the phoenix haave left me without valuable information and I have gone headlong into dangerous situations which could have ended not only my life but that of others as well. I have no wish to be a tool for a man who has done nothing but manipulate me since I was 11. By now I am sure that many readers are cursing my name and have stopped reading, for those of you who haven't I thank you for allowing me to explain my reasoning.
I was placed with my mother's sister Petunia Dursleys, who was a muggle, and they believed magic of all kinds to be evil. I was told from an early age that I was a freak and my parents had died in a car accident. I was forced to clean and cook for them while barely eating myself. When I turned 11, I received my acceptance letter to Hogwarts; it was addressed to Mr. H. Potter the cupboard under the stairs. Albus Dumbledore knew of the abuse I had suffered and he did nothing to stop it. In fact that man sent me back to the muggles every summer since then, even when I begged him to let me stay elsewhere. Hagrid was the first Wizard I had ever met and he was the one to explain to me why I was famous, why everyone knew my name.
Since then Dumbledore has kept information from me, valuable information that might have saved my godfather Sirius Black, who is innocent by the way, it might have saved Cedric Diggory, and countless others who have been hurt because of Voldermort. (Oh stop shuddering it's only a lunatic's name, no reason to give him more power then he already has.) Dumbledore has not given me the proper training for defeating Voldermort, nor has he made any attempt to do so. How am I, a mere boy of 16 with no real knowledge of dueling or self defense expected to kill a more experienced wizard? How am I supposed to defeat a wizard trained in dark arts, when I can barely levitate a feather in charms class? But the world expects me to win and save them all, though none of them have attempted to give me the tools to save them.
Dumbledore lost my trust and I have no plans to let the man rule my life any longer. On the same hand I don't trust the wizarding world either, because they have done nothing but call me insane and try to have me locked up. To those who believe I would join the dark side, you are all bloody mad, why would I support the man who killed my parents and tried to kill me? Does this world really think so little of me that they would think I would betray them at the first chance? This shows you how ridiculous all of you have become with the threat of war upon your doorstep.
Now as to what side I really on, as I have said there is now a third side. We are the Order of the griffin, and we are the resistance. Unlike Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix I will not compromise the safety of the men and women who make up the resistance. Their identity will remain hidden from the public. Who would willingly put others in danger like that? If they are willing to come out and tell you who they are that is fine but until then I will not give you names.
The order of the Griffin's main purpose is the bettering of the wizarding world. We wish to destroy Voldermort and other evils of this world. by doing so we will make our world stronger and allow future witches and wizards a fighting chance in this world. We are striving to rid our world of discrimination and prejudices. We want nothing more than to make ourselves and others stronger, we want better schools and a more efficient government. We do not want to take Voldermort's place, we are not evil. We are simply striving for a better world in which to live.
After this letter is published I am expecting to receive quite a few howlers. I will not tell you right now that I will not listen to them nor will I respond to them. I am no longer your savior, and I never wished to be one. I am simply a boy named Harry who is caught up in a dangerous war. I will no longer try to please you all, nor do I have to. It is time that we as people stand up for ourselves and stop relying on others to fight our battles. It is time for the world of magic to band together and save its self from what is coming its way. My parents would be proud of me, and that is all that matters today. I pray that you figure out where you stand and fight for what you believe in.
Sincerely,
Harry J. Potter.
When the Neville and Theo finished reading, they turned to look at Harry who was calmly eating his breakfast. "Harry? What made you do this?" Neville asked as Theo filled both his and Neville's plate.
"Malfoy has been asking a lot of questions, and I was afraid he would start snooping around. I decided it would be better to go ahead and announce what I was planning to do. This way it takes the pressure off the other Griffins." Harry replied eating his toast.
"That article was well written. I'm surprised because your essays are usually pretty bad. Are you sure no one wrote that for you?" Theo asked ducking behind Neville, to avoid a piece of toast Harry threw at him.
"Yes, I wrote that. I have moments of Brilliance thank you, and I can write essays perfectly fine." Harry said in a huff.
"Sure you can…" Theo was interrupted by an owl swooping down to drop a letter next to Harry; the teen picked it up, opened it and began to read.
Harry,
We haven't talked much this year and I feel it is time to discuss the impending war. I will excuse you from all class and homework today. Please meet me in my office after Breakfast, the password is cockroach clusters.
Headmaster Dumbledore.
Harry rolled his eyes and passed the note to the two boys across from him. Theo and Neville eagerly read it. "Are you going to go Harry?" Neville asked concern lacing his voice.
"I suppose I will, though I don't think I will be there all day. He can't talk to me about anything that doesn't concern my schooling. It's not allowed. I might have gone along with it all before now but no longer. I am not a pawn to be used." Harry said looking at his friend. Neville gave Harry a small smirk, which the other boy returned.
After breakfast, Harry and his fellow Slytherins parted ways and Harry made his way to the headmaster's office. After saying the password, he was met by Dumbledore at the top of the moving staircase. "Ahh Harry my boy come sit down we have a lot to discuss." The two men entered the office and each took their seats.
"What do we have to discuss Headmaster? Am I failing a course?" Harry asked politely.
The headmaster placed his folded hands beneath his chin and asked, "Harry may I ask why you wrote that letter to the daily prophet?"
Harry smirked to himself but kept his face neutral and said. "Sir it was my choice, I am not forbidden from writing letters."
"This is a very grave matter Harry, you have accused me of allowing abuse to come to you and that is just not true. Why would you spread such lies? Have I angered you in some way?" The headmaster asked him with concern.
Harry could see that the old man was giving his best effort not to yell at Harry. Harry stood up from his chair.
"Headmaster I'm afraid this is an inappropriate conversation. As Headmaster of this school you do not have the right to mettle in the lives of your students. Unless you wish to discuss my schoolwork, or course for next year, or a punishment for a wrong doing, then I shall be off. I am not your friend Headmaster nor do I wish to be. I will be heading to class now."Harry said and without another word the young Potter heir walked out of the headmasters' office, a small smirk playing on his face.
Dumbledore sat behind his desk with a shocked expression. His toy in this game had walked away from him. He was left alone to figure out what the next course of action would be. Dumbledore could barely contain the embarrassment he was feeling at being played by a 16 year old boy.
Harry hummed a happy little tune as he left the headmasters office and made his way to his charms class. Harry could not have planned the meeting any better. Albus Dumbledore had not know what had hit him, and if it as up to Harry the man's quiet little world was about to be rocked to the core. And Harry was the one who was going to do it.