Author's Comments

For Halloween. I apologise for the one day delay.

Toying with the idea of writing more for this. I have ideas. Just thinking whether I should use it.

This is set in the middle of Harry's first year, after he first saw the Mirror of Erised but way before the actual event of the Philosopher's Stone.

Summary
After seeing the Mirror of Erised for the first time, Harry gets the strange inspiration to write to his parents, even if they were not able to read what he wrote.

Disclaimer
Characters belong to J. K. Rowling.


From Harry

Dear Mum and Dad

I feel kind of silly writing this letter. I mean, not that it's a bad thing, but it seems kind of pointless if you are unable to read this. But that doesn't mean I don't want to write on.

Everything feels like a dream, you know? First I was visited by this huge man called Hagrid, then I was told that I was a wizard and magic existed. Can you believe it? All my life, I was told that there was no such thing as magic, and that people who believed in it were freaks.

Am I a freak then? I mean, I love magic, but I can't help feeling as though I still don't belong. Much as Hogwarts feels like home, I still don't seem to fit in.

I think it's because I found out I was the Boy-Who-Lived. It's so strange. I mean, Professor Dumbledore told me it was because of your love that saved me, Mum. So, the credit goes to you, doesn't it? I didn't do anything. I was only a year old, even!

Did I mention? I'm in the Gryffindor House, the same House the both of you used to be in. Isn't it great? I was almost placed in the Slytherin House, but I managed to tell the Sorting Hat not to do so.

I met a boy on the Hogwarts Express. His hair is a bright red, like you, Mum. I realised that when Hagrid gave me the photos he had of you and Dad. His name is Ron Weasley. He became my best mate, along with Hermione Granger, a really smart girl with long bushy hair. She loves to read. Both of them are nice people and in Gryffindor too.

Ron told me about the Slytherin House and how all of them were evil. It seemed kind of mean, but then I met Draco Malfoy, who's out to annoy me everyday now. I guess we are sort of enemies, though I don't really see the point of it. Not really.

He reminded me of Cousin Dudley though, so I guess that's why I always fought back. Am I wrong in doing so?

Hey Dad? There were adults who told me they knew the both of you and how you were on the Quidditch team. Guess what, Dad? I'm on the team! I'm playing Seeker for the Gryffindor House! Are you proud? Mum, are you happy for me? I really hope the both of you are glad.

I guess I'll stop writing now before I write too much.

From

Harry