Chapter 1: (928 words)

Ivy Potter was not impressed.

Though she had despised and not trusted the meddling headmaster from the moment she laid eyes on him, she still had a slight respect for the powerful man. A respect that had ended that day. It was the Dumbledore's fault that Sirius was dead. It was Dumbledore's fault that she went to live with her abusive aunt, uncle, and cousin. It's Dumbledore's fault that she was planning to do something that was rather stupid.

She was running to the owlery, wanting to send a letter to a certain someone. She wasn't sure if Hedwig would get hurt out of it, but she didn't want to use one of the school owls, and her owl was pretty bad-ass, so Hedwig was likely to return.

Ivy tugged out the letter from her pocket once more, checking it before she sent it. She knew that she was only doing this from a spurt of rebellious thoughts of revenge against Dumbledore (not that he'd ever find out about this), but she was actually rather curious of what would happen.

The letter read as so:

Voldemort,

So, I just thought that you'd want to know that I'm thinking of punching Dumbledore right in the face. It
would be rather satisfying, don't you think? Please don't hurt Hedwig, she'd probably just come back as
a ghost and haunt you for daring to mess with her,

Love, Ivy Potter

She rolled her eyes at the content of the letter, but overall, she was rather happy with it. It was short and to-the-point, so hopefully, Voldemort won't get bored and brutally murder Hedwig. She was hoping for a reply, but if Hedwig got out unscathed, then Ivy would consider that a success.

"Here you go, Hedwig. Please, try not to die; I would be rather upset," she told her snowy owl, stroking the feathers in a calming manner, "See you soon."

Hedwig flew away, and Ivy only left once the snowy owl had disappeared far into the horizon. It was a Tuesday, and the last week of school. On Friday, they would board the train back to London, where Ivy would get abused and no one would realise. You know, the usual.

Overall pretty satisfied at the work she had done that morning, she raced to the Great Hall before it began filling up. It was very early in the morning, but Ivy couldn't sleep again, her damn nightmares keeping her awake. Ivy picked up a slice of toast and, as quickly as she raced into the Great Hall, the ebony-haired girl sprinted out just as Professor McGonagall stepped into the hall. She was the first teacher there that morning, so she was rather surprised to see a wide-awake Potter and an empty Great Hall behind her.

Ivy ran to the Room of Requirement, knowing that in there was the only place where she would be able to find peace and quiet for the rest of the school year. Ron and Hermione had been trying to get her to talk about Sirius, but she refused. She didn't want to talk about one of the last connections to her parents that she had, who she lost.

Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she pushed them away, and Ivy began reading a book on Animagus forms. She was tempted to become an illegal one, just as a way to connect with her parents and Sirius. Also, it could be one of her escapes too! She wondered what her form was, and she attempted to meditate to find out, just as a certain Dark Lord was being delivered a letter.

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"Master, there is an owl here, and she is demanding to come in," rushed a frightened Wormtail to the Dark Lord, who was currently sitting on his throne. He would much prefer to not be wearing a glamour that made him look like a deranged snake-human hybrid, compared to a Tom Riddle who seemed to have just reached twenty years old.

"Let the darn thing in, then!" he demanded, and Wormtail scurried off, very similar like a large, fat rat, much to the Dark Lord's amusement. The man scurried back with the owl pecking his head. Voldemort noted that it was a pure snowy white, a rather beautiful owl, he admitted, and he wondered of the owner. He allowed for the owl to land on one of the armrests of the throne, and the owl stuck out it's leg. Being a competent Dark Lord, Voldemort tested the letter for any signs of a prank or something dangerous, but it seemed to just be a letter. Weird.

Voldemort took the letter from the impatient owl, and he rolled it open. It was safe to say that he was not expecting the author of the letter to be… her. It contained:

Voldemort,

So, I just thought that you'd want to know that I'm thinking of punching Dumbledore right in the face. It
would be rather satisfying, don't you think? Please don't hurt Hedwig, she'd probably just come back as
a ghost and haunt you for daring to mess with her,

Love, Ivy Potter

The Dark Lord, the Dark Lord, gaped at the words. So little girly Potter was thinking of turning against Dumbledore then? Good, very good. He would have to change some plans but… first things first! He had to reply to the letter. He doubted that Potter would trust him, but he was rather curious as to what she would talk about.

"Wormtail! Bring me parchment and a quill!"

A/N: And thus the letters!AU is born. Well, this one is, but it is not the first specimen of letters!AUs out there!

Anyways, fem!Harry in this one! I named her Ivy after plants, like how her mother's called Lily. She would originally be called Tulip, but I don't feel like it would suit her very well, so Ivy it is. So there you have it, I'll have the next chapter up soon, be patient!

Enjoy!