Dear Voldie

With looming exams and Umbridge wielding more power than ever, Harry Potter is at the end of his tether. In a desperate attempt to stop the nightmares and visions that, admittedly, mean absolutely nothing to him, he makes a reckless decision—he writes a letter to Voldemort. This small, seemingly insane act sparks a chain of events that can change everything. The letter is more than just a plea for silence; it is an unconscious challenge to his nemesis from the deepest part of Harry's soul. How will Voldemort, the ruthless Dark Lord, respond to this ironically desperate overture from his supposed mortal enemy? The Wizarding World is set for massive upheaval. The fated enmity between Harry and Voldemort will, under the catalyst of this letter, transform into an unprecedented and dangerously alluring connection. Will this be for better or worse? As the line between the hero and the villain blurs because of one letter, how will their destinies be redefined? Will this desperate plea be the world's salvation, or will it push it into a deeper abyss?

Dear Voldie

With looming exams and Umbridge wielding more power than ever, Harry Potter is at the end of his tether. In a desperate attempt to stop the nightmares and visions that, admittedly, mean absolutely nothing to him, he makes a reckless decision—he writes a letter to Voldemort. This small, seemingly insane act sparks a chain of events that can change everything. The letter is more than just a plea for silence; it is an unconscious challenge to his nemesis from the deepest part of Harry's soul. How will Voldemort, the ruthless Dark Lord, respond to this ironically desperate overture from his supposed mortal enemy? The Wizarding World is set for massive upheaval. The fated enmity between Harry and Voldemort will, under the catalyst of this letter, transform into an unprecedented and dangerously alluring connection. Will this be for better or worse? As the line between the hero and the villain blurs because of one letter, how will their destinies be redefined? Will this desperate plea be the world's salvation, or will it push it into a deeper abyss?

Rain lashed against the tower window as Harry dipped his quill into ink that shimmered like dried blood. The dorm was empty, the others long asleep, but he could still feel the echo of Voldemort’s laughter in his scar—a constant hum beneath his thoughts. He hadn’t meant to write it. Not really. But the nightmares had grown sharper, more intimate, as if the Dark Lord were whispering directly into his mind.

His hand trembled as he began: I know you can hear me. I don’t want this connection. Leave me alone.

He paused. Then, driven by something deeper than reason, he added: Or answer me, if you dare.

With a surge of defiance—or madness—he sealed the letter with a drop of his own blood and sent it soaring into the storm on a stray Thestral’s back. Somewhere far away, a candle flickered out. A voice, soft and serpentine, whispered a single word: Interesting.

Now, Harry waits. And wonders if he just handed the enemy a key to his soul.