Letters: To and From, with Input from Others

I don't own Harry Potter.

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Summary:

Dear Potter: I am coming to get you. Please don't tell Dumbledore or I will kill you. From, Voldemort. Dear Voldemort: Told Dumbledore, took the Cup, everybody still hates you. From, Harry Potter Dear Potter: WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SNAKE?! WHY I OUGHT TO- From, Voldemort Dear Voldemort: … Why do we keep on answering? From, Harry Potter Dear Potter: … You really are just asking that now? From, Voldemort

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Harry Potter looked uncertain at the piece of parchment in front of him, un-sure whether or not it was a fake. 'What's the possibility of this being real?' Harry thought to himself. 'About 40 0/0. Wait, since when did I think in statics?" Harry frowned at himself before grabbing the letter from the impatient barn owl on the window ceil, and opened it up.

Much to his horror, it was from Voldemort.

To: My Arch Nemesis Harry Potter

From: The Great Dark Lord Voldemort

Subject: Killing Harry Potter

Dear Potter:

I am coming to get you. Please don't tell Dumbledore or I will kill you.

From,

Voldemort

Harry blinked at the words. HUH? The black haired boy shook his head before taking out a parchment and quill and thought about what to write back. He blinked then had a great 'AH HA!' moment. Harry ran out of the Gryffindor Common room to Dumbledore's office, then flooed to Gringotts. He also went quickly to the kitchens to grab something to eat.

A plate of treacle tart in his hands and he began to write.

To: Voldemort

From: The Super Mega Awesome Harry Potter

Subject: RE Killing Harry Potter

Dear Voldemort:

Told Dumbledore, took the Cup, everybody still hates you.

Find your own way home.

From,

Harry Potter

Harry smiled at his letter, and chuckled at the last sentence. He couldn't help but add that Muggle saying. With the letter dried he held it out to the grey owl. The owl flew off, leaving Harry to wonder whether or not the letter was real.

Harry headed up to his room with the Tart still in his hands. He briefly wondered where Hermione and Ron were but shook it off.

'I wonder if the House Elves to room service?'

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Aqua