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Harry Potter was troubled.
He told everyone he knew Voldemort was back, even shouted it out loud in Umbridge's class, and what had he gained from that!? An even worse reputation and throbbing scars on the back of his hand! He looked at one of the painful messages, like that of Cedric, Wormtail and constant green flashes of light, and felt his scar prickle unbearably painfully, and sighed. 'He needed advice, but who knew the answer to this puzzle, who else had gone through times more painful and desperate than this? Suddenly, he had a brainwave. He grabbed a quill, a piece of parchment and some ink, and began to write.
Dear Snuffles, he wrote.
How are you? Hope you're okay. Must be irritating to be in that house by yourself, never mind depressing.
Listen, things aren't going so well here. We have a new DADA professor, Umbridge. Hermione says she's a spy from the Ministry. My scar keeps hurting, but I don't know why. Do you know anything about curse scars? If so, please write back soon!
Stay safe,
Harry.
As Harry finished the letter he felt a twinge of sympathy for Sirius, and he lay down on his four poster, thinking of what a time Sirius was having, and how much time they had left until the Ministry discovered Grimmauld place. With horibble thoughts in his head, Harry Potter fell asleep.
The next morning…
Harry woke with a quick judder of his head. He wondered why everything was blurry, but then he realised he hadn't put his glasses on. As he reached the great hall, a beautiful red and green parrot swooped in and dropped a letter at his trembling feet. His heart racing, he opened the envelope.
Dear Harry,
Please say Sirius.
As he did, a face popped out of the letter.
"Harry!" Said what he recognised to be Sirius.
"Harry, I don't have much time!" Screeched Sirius
"Listen closely, I need you to brew this potion, now brew a polyjuice potion, until it is a its mud colour stage, then add some devils snare, then add an animal's hair, drink and use the effects to spy on Voldemort, get evidence and destroy him! Harry, I have to go now! Don't fail me! Bye!" and all was left was one word.
Please.
Well, he thought. This will be challenging.