This was a nightmare. Harry hated when his uncle's sister came over and doted on Dudley and brought her ugly dog that ate everything in sight, much like the woman herself. Five minutes after making herself comfortable Harry heard a distinct coo from upstairs. his door was open and the noise must have meant that Hedwig had finally returned from her trip to the Burrow.
He rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time until reaching his modest room. "Shh," Harry whispered, offering the owl a treat. There were two letters tied to her leg, which she stuck out for Harry to remove. One was rather short, and written in Ron's stubby script. The other was quite long and after Ron in his own note recommended reading Ana's letter straight away, Harry broke the seal to hers and began to read.
The letter was full of panic and sadness. A Ministry official had come by the house shortly after the Azkaban incident (Ana recommended trying to find a Prophet if he could so he could catch up). It seemed when the officials handling the case went to question some of the prisoners at the jail, one of the women had somehow gotten her hands on a section of the Prophet that had belonged to the escapee. This portion contained an article about the goings on at Hogwarts the previous year and had mentioned the petrified students by name. The woman, on seeing an official from the Ministry, started pointing to the article and asking if Fabiana was all right. A clerical error had caused this woman's file to become lost somehow, and all the other prisoners were too touched in the head from years in their cells to tell anyone her name. Seems the woman hadn't known that either, but she knew Fabiana. On that note the visitor from the ministry had concluded that he might have found Fabiana's mother. He brought a picture to the house to ask Molly and Arthur to identify her, but they couldn't. They had never met Ana's mother, and never even knew her name. they only knew she was probably not from Britain. The official promised to stay in touch if they found out anything and left. Ana had been wringing her hands every day since in a constant state of worry. Worry over if her mother had been found and worry that she had not. Worry that if it was her what had she done to become a prisoner in Azkaban? She was a wreck and in closing could hardly wait until the summer was over so they could discuss all this in person because at the moment the entire house was silent and tense and it was as though an unwelcome guest had come to stay.
Harry heard his uncle bellowing for him to get his scrawny ass down the stairs. Harry set the letter aside on his bed, thinking that he knew exactly how Ana felt.