A/N: So I just re-read Dear Voldemort. I've gotten a couple of reviews asking for this to continue, honestly I don't really have a plan to do so, it was intended as a three-shot. But I figured I could always add to it and see where it goes. So far I don't really have a set plan for making it longer but a few short chapters in this second part.

If you want more I suggest sending me ideas in a review of what you would like to happen, this could turn out more into a drabble type fic where they keep exchanging letters or I could expand on the story. Give me your thoughts, it will help me make up my mind. So far this isnt as comedic as the last one, but oh well.

Chapter 1

As soon as Harry got to Grimmuald Place on Christmas Eve he stormed into the library brushing past the various Weasley's in the house as well as Sirius who had come to greet them.

"Harry?!" His godfather called out concerned.

Harry ignored him as he threw open the door and started looking around.

"What are you looking for Harry?" Sirius asked following him and closing the door behind them.

"I need parchment and a quill. Is there an owl here?" Harry asked not looking up. He smiled grimly after he finally found some in an old desk.

"No you'll probably need to wait until Dumbledore sends your things over in the morning, Hedwig should come by then." Sirius replied looking at Harry in concern.

"That will have to do for now." Harry says briskly not looking up from trying to find ink.

"Harry, what's going on?" Sirius asked. "Why do you need to send a letter?"

"Sirius what do you know about a door that Mr. Weasley had been guarding earlier tonight?" Harry asked finally looking up at his godfather.

Sirius paled slightly at Harry's question.

"How did you know about that?" Sirius asked voice quivering slightly.

"So you do know. What is it Sirius? What was Mr. Weasley guarding?" Harry asked stopping what he was doing and looking at his godfather.

"Harry I can't tell you that."

"Can't or won't. This had Dumbledore written all over it again. Do you know what happened tonight?!" Harry yelled getting to his feet. "I saw it happen! I saw that fucking snake attack him!"

"Harry!"

"No! don't you dare try and tell me to calm down! Do you have any idea what my year has been like! All the shit I've been put through!" Harry yelled.

"I would if you would talk to me!" Sirius yelled back getting slightly panicked at Harry's tone.

"You and your stupid fucked up Order. He's got you all running blind. Most of you probably don't know what hes sending you out for. I doubt that this was the first night someone was guarding that door." Harry mumbled sitting down again much to Sirius's relief.

"Harry please talk to me, that's all I've wanted this year. You've been so closed off." Sirius said worriedly sitting at the desk and putting a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. The boy seemed to sag and lean into the hand making Sirius worried.

Harry sighed and put his hands on the desk. He was hesitant about this but decided that Sirius was one of the few adults he trusted. If anything he would be more loyal to Harry than to Dumbledore, or at least that was what he was hoping.

"Harry wha—" Sirius began but cut off at the sight of Harry's hand. He blanched when he picked it up and saw the words 'I must not tell lies' practically carved into his godsons hand. No amount of dittany would get rid of this scar.

"This is curtsy of one Delores Umbridge." Harry said humorlessly glancing at his hand.

"What did she do." Sirius said darkly clenching Harry's hand.

"Didn't like what I had to say and stuck me in detention, multiple times."

"Harry." Sirius said warningly.

"She had me write lines, with a blood quill." Harry said quietly.

Sirius gasped darkly and pulled Harry up to him crushing him in a hug. Harry had obviously know that he wouldn't have been able to help by telling Sirius this. Sirius knew himself that he couldn't do anything no matter how much he wanted to. Sirius felt Harry fall into the embrace and warp his arms around him.

"Harry, Dumbledore—"

"Won't do a fucking thing about it. He's not even in the school half the time and when I do see him he won't meet my eyes. I haven't so much as had a chance to speak ten words to the man." Harry spat angrily in Sirius's shoulder.

"McGonagall—"

"Was no better. Sure she talked to me, but I'd barely said a few words before she was telling me to keep my head down and stay out of Umbridge's way." Harry said bitterly. "I never even got a chance to show her my hand before she was ushering me out."

"You should have gone back to her, had she known she could have done something." Sirius tried to say.

"Wouldn't have done any good. Umbridge is high inquisitor now. If McGonagall had tried to do something her position could have been in jeopardy, I wasn't willing to risk that." Harry replied.

"Have you told anyone?" Sirius asked concerned. "Besides your friends?"

"I've told one person, he's probably shared it with a few people." Harry admitted not knowing how to continue. He didn't really think that Sirius would be pleased with him writing Voldemort. It wouldn't take a big guess to figure out that was what he was about to do either once the truth came out.

"I really wish that I still had some of my father's old contacts. While they might not have liked me, I still am the head of the Black family, and quite a few of them owe my father favors. They owe my family a debt. Unfortunately, most of them are either dead or working for Voldemort." Sirius said with a sigh not really thinking about what he had been saying.

Harry leaned back surprised at the tone his godfather had spoken in. Maybe he wouldn't be to upset with the route Harry had taken.

"Sirius? What would they have done?" Harry asked curiously and a little excited.

"They would have definitely gotten rid of the bitch, maim or kill, would probably depend on how I asked." Sirius said darkly.

"Would you have really killed her for me?" Harry asked curious.

"Harry despite all I am a Black. While I may not like killing, for you I would have had her disposed. You are family, all I have left of your parents and I see you as one of my own. Remus feels the same way, you are our pup, and she hurt you. this I am sure would be enough to get Remus to want to hurt her." Sirius said confidently.

Harry smiled at the care and love he could feel in the words from his godfather. He leaned back into the hug happy.

"So if she was going to die, and I may have had a hand in getting it that way, would you be upset with me?" Harry asked innocently.

"What do you Harry?" Sirius asked pulling back and slightly dreading the answer.