Harry Potter Hogwarts Rejection Letters

[seitora]

Harry can't keep his first name in the Pokemon world, otherwise we don't get our prophecy pun in Pokemon 2000

 

[jaredstar]

so the big horse replaced Ash with Harry before his mother noticed? or did a grief stricken Delia name harry after her dead son (which come to think of it might have been the incident that caused mr Ketchum to go all deadbeat)

 

[Chaotic Symbolism]

That was English Dub only IIRC in the Japanese version it merely said an "exceptional trainer".

 

[seitora]

That was English Dub only IIRC in the Japanese version it merely said an "exceptional trainer".

I'll take the punny English dub any day

 

[burnerx7]

Dear Albus,

First, I would like to thank you for extending an invitation to my great nephew, but we must politely decline. Harry has already begun something of a private regimen under my tutelage, as well as attending classes with the girls of my school.

Harry has said he would rather stay here and I know the girls would just be devastated if he left, although most of them would probably deny it. You know how youngsters can be with their first crush, ah, to be young again.

But, at any rate, you can feel free to stop by and visit if you'd like, it would be nice to reconnect with an old acquaintance.

Sincerely,

Griselda Grimwood

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"Albus, It's so good to see you!"

The voice chilled Dumbledore's old bones to the core as a stout woman exited the Beauxbatons carriage.

Schooling his expression, Dumbledore smiled, as much as the rest of his body and mind protested the action, "Madam Grimwood, it's so good to see you again. I must say this is certainly a surprise."

"Yes, well, I had been planning a visit to Olympe's, let my girls see the world, maybe soak up some foreign culture, and to my surprise, Olympe tells me about this delightful competition, so I thought we'd may an extended trip of it, we'll be here for the whole thing."

"Oh, how wonderful," Dumbledore's voice was stressed. Oh, how he wished he had some forewarning to prepare, maybe retire so he'd only have to be here for the official days, and not have to deal with this woman every day.

"Come along, Harry, Girls, don't dawdle."

"Coming auntie," a voice called from the carriage.

Dumbledore's eyes shot open, he'd almost forgotten who would be with Grimwood as the dark haired teen descended the carriage stairs...

Earning gasps, and a couple screams, from the Hogwarts students as he was accompanied by a werewolf and a vampire, carrying a small mummified girl and followed by a ghost and a gigantic girl who, from her numerous stitches, looked almost like she had been assembled from the body parts of others, but that was just ridiculous...

Wasn't it?

You sir are awesome

Was going to trow a tantrum about no one making the crossover between the very loved but very ignored Grimwood girls and Harry.

 

[autobot314]

You know, it occurs to me that there could some otherworldly circumstances where the guardian doesn't know Hogwarts is in another world

To whom it may concern,

First, I must congratulate you on somehow getting your letter to such an impossible location and past the containment put in place by my sister.

But my chosen knight and heir needs none of your foalish parlor tricks, as he has studied intensively all the knowledge I have offered him thus far and still learns at an incredible rate. Indeed, he probably has more power in one limb than any of your teachers, and will truly show his worth to the world and those insipid twits who before abused him once I am freed and the lands know their true ruler.

Princess of the Eternal Night,
Nightmare Moon

Banishment log:

Year 992, Day 285

There has been an...interesting development this night. I felt the spells that contain me seem to quiver. With a lightning-like crack, I was no longer the only prisoner upon the moon.

It is a strange creature, with forelimbs like the claws of a dragon, only softer, maybe something like a monkey, but more developed. It wears odd and tattered clothes. It also seems bruised and malnourished, limbs seeming thin even for it's diminutive size.

I have no idea what this thing could be, perhaps some new race that has come to Equestria during my imprisonment, but this youngling has...potential. Even in it's weakened state, it was apparently able to teleport through my magical prison, even weakening my containment ever so slightly. Whatever this may be, it bears further study.

Year 992 Day 288

After three days of caring for the unconscious creature, it has finally awoken. It reacted to me with about as much fear as would be expected of a foal facing such supreme power. From questioning and following examination of his dreams and memories (He has confirmed himself to be male), I have learned close to nothing of how the world has changed in my time away. The youngling knows very little, if anything, outside of the house he was raised in. Although he spoke naught of it, I have found him to be both abused and neglected, haunting his dreams are images of what appear to be an especially heavy talking walrus and a creature that seems to be some sort of bipedal donkey who he refers to as Uncle and Aunt respectively. Both appear to have abused him both emotionally as well, to the point where he doesn't know his name, the only constant he is referred to as is Freak.

Examination of the youngling over the past few days has shown he has a strangely strong grip of magic intrinsic to his body.

It worries me that my sister's reign has degraded things to the point where one with such obvious power and potential is allowed to waste away under the unjust heel of obviously lessor beings, one of many things I will apparently have to correct upon my return.

I have decided to try and teach the youngling. It would be a waste not to and could prove to be an asset, as well as a way to fill time, if nothing else.

Year 992 Day 342

The youngling has shown an impressive improvement over the past months. Although he proved difficult at first, given that one of the few things his former caretakers taught him was that magic did not exist. Although a foalish and easily dis-proven idea, they had forced it into his head so much that he had inhibited his own power subconsciously.

After breaking this programming, he has quickly become the prodigy I foresaw. Already, he is able to use his magic to lift things a few times his mass with ease, and has quickly absorbed my teachings, both magical and mundane (It would not do to have an asset without a brain)

Year 994, Day 43

My chosen knight has advanced at an almost frightening rate over the past year, he has taken to his teachings with a fervor and dedication that reminds me much of myself in a younger age.

He has also begun to refer to me as...Mother...

I am unsure how to handle this new situation. Part of me feels righteous indignation, even as my student, for him to presume such closeness to me.

But, I will also admit to a certain...Happiness at this development. This would cement his loyalty and, as loathe as I may be to admit it, perhaps finally having somepony else as company after so long...

Year 994 Day 207

There has been a most surprising development with my student. Where I'd left to slumber my student, I found now a young alicorn colt of dark navy pelt and a mane as black as the darkest night which, along with his still piercing green eyes, was the only thing that remained even close to his original form.

The only explanation he gave was a wish. As he lay down to rest this past night, he wished upon the stars, with all his heart, and the stars answered his wish...

To be my son.

And this wish made him as he is now, the power of the stars above evident in his cutie mark, a shooting star with a lightning shaped tail. He is of elegant stature and gait that any mare with eyes would accept his suit once he has reached the age of courtship.

Now, truly, I must concede, he is an heir of suitable power, and now seemingly of blood, an alicorn.

I have a son, and I shall call him...

Star Bolt

Year 995 Day 26

Although he was required to relearn many things in his new form, Star Bolt's already quick absorption of my lessons has accelerated, only slowed by his need to adjust to his now greater power inherent to an alicorn. He has also had learned to fly with incredible ease, seeming natural in fight. In fact, he seems to have become more at home in his new form than his original.

However, he does at times become heavily fatigued and suffer from headaches, I believe he is pushing himself to overexertion. I have decided focus more on theory and mundane teachings to remedy this, for now.

Year 998 Day 260

My gradual wearing away at my sister's spellwork has had another boon. A letter appeared before Star Bolt sent with some odd form of teleportation, powerful enough that, like Star Bolt's arrival, wore down the imprisoning spells.

Assuming this letter truly is meant for Star Bolt, it appears his name was originally Harry Potter, surprising that a foal of such power had such humble beginnings as to be a son of a pottery maker.

I have answered the letter with a refusal, I see no need for my son to attend a school he cannot even reach at this moment to learn this he had probably learned years ago.

Star Bolt's headaches have had a resurgence as of late...

Year 999 Day 230

I have become worried. Star Bolt's headaches have become worse over the past few months, pushing me to the edge of my limited medical knowledge.

He has also begun to suffer night terrors, visions of death, the blood of innocents, his original kind...

I have tried to look into his dreams, but they are so jumbled and turbulent, the only constant I can see is disturbing, something like Star Bolt's original form, but with decidedly serpent like traits, and his eyes...they are the eyes of a madpony, one who kills without remorse or reason.

Year 999, Day 245

I have nearly been locked upon the moon for a thousand years, and now I need to escape more than ever.

I have extensively examined my son in every way I know, and I have found the source of his ailment. A scar upon his brow, something I had long ago dismissed as a mark of his foalish former caretakers. There is something within the scar, something evil that has gripped my son's soul, digging into him like a cancer, and it has been inexplicably been growing stronger in recent months. His magic has grown weaker by the day, as has his body, looking more and more like the sickly creature I found years ago.

I can stall it, contain it, but only temporarily. My power, as it is now, would only feed this darkness and deepen it's roots into my son.

I doubt even my sister could aid my son as he is now, so there is only one hope I can think of, so my hoof is forced. I shall beseech the stars for their aid, as my son did years ago, to break my weakened containment. Celestia will most likely see the signs, but I have no other option. I will not lose my son!

I will have the Elements, even if I must take them from my sister's cooling corpse...​

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Celestia stepped towards her sister, now purified by the Elements of Harmony, only to be forced back, barely avoiding a strike from the horn of the younger alicorn.

Even in her currently weakened state, Luna, formerly Nightmare Moon, stood with an almost maddened look in her eyes.

"Give...Me...The Elements," Luna panted, her body shaking.

"Sister," Celestia said, hesitantly, "You are not well, your body has been left weakened when the dark forced left you, we should get you to-"

"NO!" Luna barked, her voice shaking the castle, "I need the Elements, Celestia, and I'll take them," She glared at the Element's current holders, "From your dead bodies if I mu-" Lune stopped, her eyes shooting wide as she felt something break, "No," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes, before she took off in a dash, past the ponies and her sister, "NO!"

Celestia and her subjects followed suit, chasing after Luna through the ancient castle, watching the night princess ascend a tower Celestia recognized as Luna's from long ago.

When the seven mares finally caught up to the night princess, she was in a hastily refurbished room, openly weeping over young, sickly colt laying on a bed.

"Star Bolt! Please, say something," Luna sobbed, "Please..."

The sickly colt could barely open his eyes, their once sharp green cloudy and dull, his breaths shallow, "M-Mother?"

"Yes, my son," Luna answered, nuzzling her colt.

"M-mother," Star whimpered, "It hurts."

"I-it's alright, it will be alright, my son," Luna sobbed, forcing a smile, "My sister has brought help, you will be fine." Walking away from the bed, Luna glared at her sister, and spoke in a low voice, "I do not care what you plan for me, execute me, imprison me again, do what you will, but please," Luna could no longer keep her composure, her head dropping, "Please, save my son, the Elements are the only way to free him from the taint that threatens his very soul, they are his only chance."

Seeing her sister breaking down, Celestia turned and nodded to her student, "Twilight Sparkle, do what you can."

Unsure, Twilight and her friends gathered around the young pony as their necklaces began to glow, an orb of light, every color of the spectrum, enveloping the colt as he began to float.

080-Elsewhere, in another reality-080

Albus Dumbledore steeled himself for the coming battle, knowing it may be his last. Approaching the castle were the forces of darkness, lead by Voldemort, resurrected by the stolen Philosopher's Stone. Staring down his former student, Dumbledore drew his wand.

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Luna watched as a dark miasma formed around her son, the Element bearers beginning to strain as it hissed like a snake, coalescing around the young colt.

Seeing the pained expression on her son's face, Luna steeled herself, dredging up what power she had left, she focused it into her horn and charged, ignoring her sister's cries as she leaped into the light, a roaring battle cry echoed as she drove her glowing horn into the shadow.

She didn't care if she died, she would protect her son.

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Dumbledore could feel himself tiring as he dueled the monster that was once Tom Riddle. His chances were almost none with Voldemort backed up by the Philosopher's Stone, but he had to try. In the back of his mind, Albus did something he hadn't done since his mother died.

He prayed, he prayed to whatever power was listening for a miracle.

And something answered...

In the middle of the incantation for the Killing Curse, Vodemort dropped to his knees, screaming in such pain that all battle near him stopped. It felt as if something was burning him from the inside, he couldn't muster any sort of thought, let alone cast a spell. Like breaking glass, the dark wizards skin began to crack, light shining through as he tried to fight it off.

He was Lord Voldemort, the greatest wizard to ever live. He was immortal, he would not be defeated.

Voldemort felt a sudden stabbing in his body and something snapped. Every dark deed, every murder, every torture, from the innocents he'd slaughtered to the unicorn's blood he'd sustained himself on, his body and soul burned in the light.

A voice rang out, everywhere and nowhere, loud enough to shatter glass as storm clouds circled above.

"YOU SHALL NOT TAKE MY SON!"

With that, Voldemort erupted in a bright burst of light that cascaded in all directions, sweeping across the battlefield and beyond. Dementors, inferi and Vampires burned away into nothing in an instant, werewolves and death eaters fell to the ground, writhing in pain, unable to withstand the pure power of the light.

For many years after, Wizards the world over would wonder as to what had happened to turn the tide of the battle, the lands, remains and survivors would be analyzed to an insane degree, and they would barely scratch the surface of the light that had literally shattered the darkness. Only Albus Dumbledore had an inkling to the source, the mother whose sacrifice had, again, saved the world.

And even he would be wrong, in a way.

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As the light cleared, Luna found herself, no longer in the long abandoned castle, but a beautiful field of flowers of every color and shade, even some she'd never seen on a flower.

"Your highness."

The voice startled Luna, who spun around to find her son, sleeping soundly, with his head in the lap of another, one of his original race, a female, she guess, with a long red mane.

"Who are you, and what are you doing with my son?"

The female smiled softly, "Just taking my last opportunity to thank you, your highness, for saving him, and being a mother when I could not."

Luna balked as she was engulfed in a bright light, finding herself back in the ancient castle, standing over the bed as her son's eyes opened.

Luna didn't care what came next, if she was to be a princess or a prisoner, this, by far, was her most important title.

"Mother..."

This is so epic, it needs to be made into a full fledged story similar to Harry Leferts' The Wizard and the Lonely Princess. Also, whiskey, all your letters need to be made into stories.

 

[Icsis]

We are the Borg. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile

 

[alucard964]

We are the Borg. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile

the borg with magic. the galaxy is screwed.

 

[whitewhiskey]

Dear Professor McGonnagal,

First off, change the name. I don't know who was drinking what when they came up with that name, but "Hogwarts" really isn't an inviting name.

Second, while I will give credit for your inventiveness, I suggest thinking of something that is less obviously a trap. Seriously, trying to kidnap a prince with an invite to a school that nobody in my realm or Hyrule had heard of? An A for effort, but an all around F due to stupidity.

Third, if you're going to offer something, offer something he doen't already have. Offering education in magic to a boy who has a top rate mage as a mother and the Wisdom Bearer as a godmother is like offering gravel to a Goron who already has a well aged Rock Sirloin.

So, speaking on behalf of my son and my husband, take your "Invitation", and shove it,

Queen Midna of Twilight

 

[autobot314]

Dear Professor McGonnagal,

.........

Sincerely,

Gordon Freeman

 

[WarGiver]

Dumbledore looked at the strange scroll he recieved.

To whom it may concern,

Harry is currently one of our trainees and cannot attend your school, I believe the word is. At present he is currently declared a genius and is a well skilled medic and sealing master and as such is only getting all the best teachers we can find.

To get to the point neither he nor we will accept your continued interference in his training.

Sincerely,
Sandaime Hokage
Tsunade
Orochimaru
Jiraiya
Harry

I originally wanted the scroll to summon a kagebushin of the sandaime but thought against it as it would defeat the idea of letters... still its an amusing thought.

 

[jaredstar]

Dear Professor McGonnagal,

While we appreciate your invitation, After speaking with Harry regarding this manner we had decided that he will continue his education at St. Hilde Academy of Magic where he has attended the last 4 years the reasons for this are threefold.

First, we feel that to remove him from all he has ever known would stunt his growth mentally and magically.

Second Harry has stated more then once that he wishes to join the TSAB and to facilitate that he wants to join the TSAB military academy upon graduation from St Hilde's middle school.

Lastly and Harry might kill me for revealing this in recent months Harry and my friend Nanoha's daughter Vivio have expressed a mutual attraction to each other and while they are still young we have no desire to separate them.

Once again thanks you for the invitation.

Commander Hayate Yagami TSAB

 

[whitewhiskey]

Dear Professor,

I'll guess I'm Harry, since your bird came right for me. I'm sorry, but I'll have to say no, I'm doing perfectly well at the local school and I couldn't stand to just leave my sisters with my workload.

Besides, a big, fancy boarding school? Seems a bit much, and I don't think we could afford it (Sable would work herself to death, and I could never do that to my big sister.)

Thanks for your offer, though,

Fable Able
Able Family Tailors

 

[whitewhiskey]

Dear Professor,

I'll guess I'm Harry, since your bird came right for me. I'm sorry, but I'll have to say no, I'm doing perfectly well at the local school and I couldn't stand to just leave my sisters with my workload.

Besides, a big, fancy boarding school? Seems a bit much, and I don't think we could afford it (Sable would work herself to death, and I could never do that to my big sister.)

Thanks for your offer, though,

Fable Able
Able Family Tailors

"Are you sure about this, Fable?"

The messy haired human looked up to find his elder sister, "I told you, Sable, I'd rather not go there, anyway. I mean, look at their supply list," He said, holding up some parchment, "Defense, Potions, Magical herbs, it all sounds cool, but there's not any math or science or anything else I'd need when I get home. I'll just be an adult without any of the stuff I need to know to get a job. I can probably just find a place to get these books, anyway, and learn from them in my spare time."

"Besides, if he went, he would have to wait for months to see Lily."

Fable turned red, looking to his other sister, "We're just friends, Mabel."

Mabel snickered, "Sure, Fable, whatever you say."

Turning redder, Fable was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, his eldest sister, Sable.

"Are you sure about this, Fable?" The brown hedgehog asked seriously, "This could be a once in a lifetime thing, and I don't want you to lose it just for us."

Fable just smiled, handing his letter to the beautiful delivery bird, who disappeared in a flash of fire.

"I doubt I'm missing out on much."
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Figured I'd add on a bit, a bit difficult since I've never played the game, but I may get the new one...someday...

 

[Ordo]

Albus Dumbledore sat down after giving his usual welcome to the students at Hogwarts. A pleasant smile on his face as he observed the various young students digging into their meal. His smile faltered a bit when he noted the absence of one young man he’d most been looking forward to seeing. He leaned over to another member of the faculty, about to speak when the doors slammed open as blue electric fire danced into the room.

There were screams, and cries of panic from the students and some of the faculty as the dancing ball of blue fire hovered over the tables. Albus was on his feet, hands moving, ready but unwilling to throw the first punch against an unknown power.

The blue fire receded, resolving into the visage of a young man whose skin seemed to be made of blue metal, his green eyes glancing about curiously. “I apologize for the interruption….I didn’t know you’d be eating dinner.” Despite the power dancing around the person, his voice told he true age. He was young, no older than the first years who currently cowered beneath him. Some whispering in recognition “The Blue Angel…..the Herald….”

Albus lowered his hand, his own gaze focusing on the youths familiar green eyes, the lightening bolt shaped scar still visible on his forehead and the owl perched on his shoulder. “Harry Potter.” His voice carried even though he didn’t mean for it to, the shock of this revelation causing the elders knees to grow weak forcing him to sit down.

The youth smiled, almost sheepishly. “I…was called that once….now I am ‘The Blue Angel’ herald of Galactus.” He slowly sank to the earth, landing near Mrs. Granger and taking a step forward. “Be at ease, for Galactus is not on his way to this world. I am here on personal business.

A flood of relief washed through him at the boys pronouncement. “Then allow me to welcome you…” he began.

“I am afraid I must refuse the offer to attend your school sir. My responsibilities simply do not allow me the time.” The owl on his shoulder hooted before taking wing, landing near Dumbledore. “Your owl traveled far to bring me your message, so I felt it only right to cut short his return trip….and to resolve one other issue.”

He turned, his gaze focused on Quirrell. “I have tracked the being that gave me this scar.” He waved a hand, and several items, a book a ring and more, appear floating in the air. With another wave all of them were shredded into their component atoms with the power cosmic. Quirrll’s face drained of color.

*******

I think you all see where this is going, moving on.

*******

Dumbledore quill stopped as he looked up from his parchment as a shiver ran down his back. He glanced around, noting that the sun had long since fallen below the horizon, allowing large shadows to form. He stared at the deepening shadows, getting the distinct impression they were staring back. A feeling that was confirmed a moment later when a pair of green eyes opened, followed by a leering grin. Albus watched as more and more eyes opened, shark teeth and jackal grins staring at him from the darkness until all the shadows in his office were filled with them.

He set his quill down and leaned back in his seat, “Yes?” he began conversationally.

One of the faces pulled itself from the crowd of brethren. It was a smallish imp like thing carrying a letter in one hand and a very upset owl in the other. “Boss said to give you these and then wait for your reply.” The imp licked the bird, which flapped it’s wings in annoyance. “Mmm drumstick” the creature teased before letting the bird go and setting the letter before Dumbledore.

The old wizard tore open the envelop as the creature sat back on I’t haunches.
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To Whom it may Concern.

I am sorry but I am afraid that Harry has decided to decline your offer and remain in New York with his adopted family.

I am aware of Harry’s history and I have some idea of what kind of dangers he could face because of it. I assure you that I am MORE than capable of protecting my son. But to ease your concerns I have asked a family ‘friend’ to deliver this message. Please do not write back.
- Sara Pezzini
***

Dumbledore looked up at the Imp, who was idly toying with his wand. “So….boss says his little girl considers Harry to be her big brother. So that makes Harry family….” The imp grinned as a chorus of little chitters sounded from the shadows. “Boss protects family….” The imp winked and waved at the shadows. A few more imps exited the darkness while toting a bowling ball bag. “Now….Pezzini don’t know the boss did this so uh…” more giggles as Albus felt his skin crawl.. “Let’s just keep it under your hat.” The bag was set on his desk with a thump, after which the imps quickly retreated into the shadows that had born them.

The Headmaster of the school waited a few moments longer before finally gathering his courage, unzipping the bag, and gasping in shock at the sight of Tom Riddle’s desiccated head staring back at him, while professor Quirrll’s stared away off into space.

 

[hatoflink]

Dear Professor McGonagall,

While I appreciate your offer, I'm sorry to tell you I must decline. I am already receiving a magical education from our court magician, and it seems that you offer no other courses I would need to prepare myself to lead my people. Furthermore, I have no idea where your country is, or how to get there. Finally, I do not wish to be separated from my older sister for months on end. Again, thank you, but no.

Sincerely,
Prince Harry of the Mushroom Kingdom

 

[whitewhiskey]

Dear Professor McGonagall,

While I appreciate your offer, I'm sorry to tell you I must decline. I am already receiving a magical education from our court magician, and it seems that you offer no other courses I would need to prepare myself to lead my people. Furthermore, I have no idea where your country is, or how to get there. Finally, I do not wish to be separated from my older sister for months on end. Again, thank you, but no.

Sincerely,
Prince Harry of the Mushroom Kingdom

For some reason, the first pairing that pops to mind for that is Harry and Wendy...I'm not sure I like where my head goes sometimes...

 

[hatoflink]

Headmaster Dumbledore,

Need I remind you that we have an agreement regarding you not trying to recruit students of Shibusen. Harry Potter has been a student here for over a year now and has settled in nicely. Any magical education he requires can be taught by the witches I have in Death City. Any attempts to "rescue" him will result in a Reaper Chop straight to Hell. So stay away. Or don't. Your call.

Sincerely,
Shinigami, Headmaster of Shibusen

Ps,
I'll be sending someone over for my cloak and wand. I suggest you hand them over.

 

[hatoflink]

Dear wizards,

My man Bidwell tells me your all a bunch of racist, wand waving pansies, so Harry won't be going to your school. Good news: I will! I understand you have a forest full of monsters that have never known the pain of a punch to the face! That simply will not do. I will be spending the next several months punching my way through your forest and maybe some of your staff, (I hear there's a half giant working there?) It will also give young Harry some much needed practice in running Mann Co. since he'll inherit as my heir. Now, if I've timed this right, I should be crashing through your office window to punch your hippie looking face just as you read my name so get ready!

Signed,
SAXTON HALE
Dictated but not read.

 

[hatoflink]

Dear Hogwarts,

By the command of King Bowser I will not be attending your school. Master Kamek says I'm probably good enough to graduate from your school anyway. Even if I wasn't, I wouldn't feel right abandoning my position here. Prince Bowser Jr. will need me as an advisor when he ascends the throne and my girlfriend Wendy Koopa would be rather displeased if I left. Sorry.

Sincerely,
Harry Potter
Loyal retainer to the Royal House of Koopa

 

[whitewhiskey]

Alright, here's the skinny of it,

The kid SCP 1010 (I'm sorry, they're making me put that part down) isn't going to your little school. As quaint as a drafty, millenium old castle would be, I doubt the kid would go somewhere his 360 wouldn't work, and I seriously doubt you sorry bastards could handle the kid.

That said, we're watching you punks, and we have more than a few contingency plans if you mess up like you did in the forties or the sixties, one of which involves a large, homicidal force of nature that is oddly friendly to the kid, so toe the line bitches.

Dr. ████████ Kondraki

P.S. Beware the Ukulele- Dr. Alto Clef

 

[Amaretto]

Professor-

While your offer surprises me I dare not accept. Two years ago I apparated away from my cousin but something went wrong. The way John tells it we were both caught up in some kind of radiation wave that pushed us into a worm hole. We were shot to some distant part of the universe. I was lost in space aboard a ship, a living ship. For the past few years it has been all we could do to stay alive with the other prisoners aboard Moya. If I return, will our enemies follow? If I make it back is Earth ready? I fear my humanity is helpless to face the nightmares that chase me. Yet I am tempted to show you the wonders that I’ve seen. Do not worry about my education, Pa’us Zhaan has taught me many things and how to control much of my magic. John tutors me in sciences and American culture. Ka D’Argo and Officer Sun have been teaching me how to stay alive. Chiana makes sure I have a bit of fun and Pilot tells me all he knows about the universe.

The other me said that I would get back to Earth eventually but, he didn’t say when. I’m not sure if that future is my future either way. The other me told me to tell you that Tom Riddle lives. I don’t know why that is important but it need to be said.

-Harry

Potter x Farscape has always cluncked around in the back of my head. Mostly dealing with insane Harry, Scorpius fused with Voldemort and other crazy hijinks that go along with it.

 

[alucard964]

Professor-

While your offer surprises me I dare not accept. Two years ago I apparated away from my cousin but something went wrong. The way John tells it we were both caught up in some kind of radiation wave that pushed us into a worm hole. We were shot to some distant part of the universe. I was lost in space aboard a ship, a living ship. For the past few years it has been all we could do to stay alive with the other prisoners aboard Moya. If I return, will our enemies follow? If I make it back is Earth ready? I fear my humanity is helpless to face the nightmares that chase me. Yet I am tempted to show you the wonders that I’ve seen. Do not worry about my education, Pa’us Zhaan has taught me many things and how to control much of my magic. John tutors me in sciences and American culture. Ka D’Argo and Officer Sun have been teaching me how to stay alive. Chiana makes sure I have a bit of fun and Pilot tells me all he knows about the universe.

The other me said that I would get back to Earth eventually but, he didn’t say when. I’m not sure if that future is my future either way. The other me told me to tell you that Tom Riddle lives. I don’t know why that is important but it need to be said.

-Harry

Potter x Farscape has always cluncked around in the back of my head. Mostly dealing with insane Harry, Scorpius fused with Voldemort and other crazy hijinks that go along with it.

you know the part that would probably annoy DD the most is that harry is getting taught about american culture

 

[Amaretto]

Professor-

While your offer surprises me I dare not accept. Two years ago I apparated away from my cousin but something went wrong. The way John tells it we were both caught up in some kind of radiation wave that pushed us into a worm hole. We were shot to some distant part of the universe. I was lost in space aboard a ship, a living ship. For the past few years it has been all we could do to stay alive with the other prisoners aboard Moya. If I return, will our enemies follow? If I make it back is Earth ready? I fear my humanity is helpless to face the nightmares that chase me. Yet I am tempted to show you the wonders that I’ve seen. Do not worry about my education, Pa’us Zhaan has taught me many things and how to control much of my magic. John tutors me in sciences and American culture. Ka D’Argo and Officer Sun have been teaching me how to stay alive. Chiana makes sure I have a bit of fun and Pilot tells me all he knows about the universe.

The other me said that I would get back to Earth eventually but, he didn’t say when. I’m not sure if that future is my future either way. The other me told me to tell you that Tom Riddle lives. I don’t know why that is important but it need to be said.

-Harry

Potter x Farscape has always cluncked around in the back of my head. Mostly dealing with insane Harry, Scorpius fused with Voldemort and other crazy hijinks that go along with it.

you know the part that would probably annoy DD the most is that harry is getting taught about american culture

That and Zhaan could probably teach Harry how to use mind bullets and what not.

 

[whitewhiskey]

A pair of ones...

Hey, Jerks,

First off, this bird of yours is annoying, it wouldn't leave me the fuck alone, it keeps pecking at me and it's voice is like nails on the damn chalkboard. Send it again and I'm killing it.

You should probably off it, anyway, or at least get your money back. I'm not this Harry brat and I've never heard of him, maybe he's dead and your bird just went for someone to unload the stupid letter on.

Second, I fucking seventeen, I'm not starting school all over again, I have more important shit to do!

So, kindly, go fuck yourselves,

Scourge the Hedgehog

And second

Dear Professor,

First, I have to say this is a pretty cool bird you sent, the song was great and the whole fiery entrance thing was awesome, I don't suppose you know where we could get one? This little guy seems to like me.

Anyway, I think he got a little mixed up, the name's Sonic (That's my name and I'm sticking to it, bad enough some of my friends know my middle name). I don't think I know any Harry Potter. If you had a picture, I could keep a look out, but the only Harry that comes to mind for me is Harry Mole, and he seems a bit old to be just starting classes and stuff.

Sorry, but best of luck finding the kid.

Sonic the Hedgehog

P.S. Really, send me a picture and I'll ask around, see if anyone knows him

P.P.S. Get back to me on the bird thing, I got a friend who would probably love one