Disclaimer: I promise I'm not secretly JK Rowling, and I don't own Harry Potter. However I do own my marbles and need help finding them. I suspect the nargles took them. Any information you can provide would help greatly as the last of my sanity was stored in those marbles.

Thankyou.

PS. I don't know French, I just looked it up.

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"What did you just say?" Harry stared in shock at Fleur, completely uncomprehending. She sighed in annoyance, "I said, it is pronounced /Vol de mor/. The T is silent. If you're going to say it, at least say it right."

Harry blinked a couple times, started trembling with mirth, then finally couldn't contain it anymore bursting into hysterical laughter. After a few minutes of everyone in the Burrow staring at him like he'd grown a second head he managed to choke out, "Even the old snake face himself says it wrong. And he was so proud of coming up with the title too!"

This drew a chuckle from a few others in the room. Namely Fred and George. "That is quite amusing," said Fleur.

Suddenly Harry froze with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. "I have a letter to write," He said and quickly dashed up the stairs.

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In an undisclosed location a few hours later…

Voldemort looked up from his desk when he heard an owl tapping on the window. Recognizing it as Potter's he flicked his wrist using a burst of magic to grant it entrance. Might as well find out why the boy would send him of all people a letter. As soon as the window was open the owl dived at the desk, dropped the letter on it, and quickly flew back out. No way was she staying for his reaction; not with the creepy giggles Harry made when writing it.

Giving the envelope a suspicious look Voldemort cast quite a few extensive detecting spells on it. When they all came back negative he slowly picked it up and flipped it over, snarling at the name on it. Tom Marvolo Riddle, was written in gaudy red ink.

He resisted the urge to throw it in his fireplace, instead tearing it open and quickly reading the contents.

'Dear Tommy,

Something has recently come to my attention that I thought I should inform you of immediately. I ask that you would not take offence to me pointing out your honestly laughable mistake. I really don't know how you did it, what with all the effort you put into creating your title. Amusing how you actually found an anagram that means flight of death, and then proceeded to call your minions Death Eaters. Anyway it turns out that the T in Voldemort is silent. Can you believe it? I wonder how more people haven't realized this sooner. Other than the people who speak French of course. Maybe they did and were just too scared to say something. I've heard that you can be very intimidating. However like a true friend I decided it would be best to let you know.

Love, Harry, xoxo

PS. I heard the Dark side has the best cookies. Please send some.'

Voldemort's expression was deceptively calm as the paper in his hand burst into flames.

"Wormtail! Go make the most disgusting cookies possible!"

AN: This was just something that popped into my head and wouldn't go away.