Harry Potter and The True Identity.
Harry has a new pen pal- Voldemort. He's made a promise to him as well? But
what? And what is Voldie on about- his true inheritance- it cant be
anything good....
Dumbledore sighed again. It had been two weeks since they had left to go home for the summer and already he had received over twenty letters about Harry. All from his friends telling him they were worried about him. He didn't know what to do about him- not that he would admit that to anybody of course. He sighed again and using the fire called Severus into his office. The look on the potion teachers face said enough- he was pissed about something.
'I need your help. I am worried about Harry- I know you don't like him, but you have seen into his memories- I need to know what he feels so I can help him heal.' The headmaster said sadly. Snape just started at him in shock.
'I'm not sure I can help you sir.' He said equally quietly. If the truth be told- he was more worried about Harry than his headmaster was. He looked into the old face and tried again. 'His wounds- they run deeper than either you or I can even hope to heal. Do you know he cast an unforgivable on Belatrix?' His usual scornful voice was different and it took Dumbledore a minute to figure it out. It was pity, and sadness. 'No I didn't. Well, I guess I will just have to try and speak with him.' He stood up signaling the end but sat down suddenly when he saw the look on his face. 'What is it?' He asked his voice strained. 'He's written to the dark lord.' He said it in barely more than a whisper and Dumbledore thought he had heard it wrong. 'What?' He asked though the terrified look on Snape's face made him realize that he had heard him correctly. 'He told me- told me that Harry had written to him. They have been exchanging letters. Since he left to go back to his relatives. Tom told me he has given up hope, so he has been trying to keep him going. It was scary- as though he was genuinely worried. He has sent Harry a phoenix.' Albus cursed. He stood up and began pacing. 'What do they talk about?' He asked his voice becoming tense. 'Everything. He told Harry he must stay strong so that the prophecy is fulfilled. He knows one must die. And he is slightly worried that it might be him.' Snape added his voice genuinely happy. Albus sat down and said nothing, Snape realizing that he wouldn't say anything else left quietly. Only the portraits were there to see the silent tears rolling down his cheeks. But they knew how he felt- they were also fond of the young wizard and they knew how deeply the headmaster cared for him.
Dumbledore sighed again. It had been two weeks since they had left to go home for the summer and already he had received over twenty letters about Harry. All from his friends telling him they were worried about him. He didn't know what to do about him- not that he would admit that to anybody of course. He sighed again and using the fire called Severus into his office. The look on the potion teachers face said enough- he was pissed about something.
'I need your help. I am worried about Harry- I know you don't like him, but you have seen into his memories- I need to know what he feels so I can help him heal.' The headmaster said sadly. Snape just started at him in shock.
'I'm not sure I can help you sir.' He said equally quietly. If the truth be told- he was more worried about Harry than his headmaster was. He looked into the old face and tried again. 'His wounds- they run deeper than either you or I can even hope to heal. Do you know he cast an unforgivable on Belatrix?' His usual scornful voice was different and it took Dumbledore a minute to figure it out. It was pity, and sadness. 'No I didn't. Well, I guess I will just have to try and speak with him.' He stood up signaling the end but sat down suddenly when he saw the look on his face. 'What is it?' He asked his voice strained. 'He's written to the dark lord.' He said it in barely more than a whisper and Dumbledore thought he had heard it wrong. 'What?' He asked though the terrified look on Snape's face made him realize that he had heard him correctly. 'He told me- told me that Harry had written to him. They have been exchanging letters. Since he left to go back to his relatives. Tom told me he has given up hope, so he has been trying to keep him going. It was scary- as though he was genuinely worried. He has sent Harry a phoenix.' Albus cursed. He stood up and began pacing. 'What do they talk about?' He asked his voice becoming tense. 'Everything. He told Harry he must stay strong so that the prophecy is fulfilled. He knows one must die. And he is slightly worried that it might be him.' Snape added his voice genuinely happy. Albus sat down and said nothing, Snape realizing that he wouldn't say anything else left quietly. Only the portraits were there to see the silent tears rolling down his cheeks. But they knew how he felt- they were also fond of the young wizard and they knew how deeply the headmaster cared for him.