Replies from the Front

Summary: When you're a soldier fighting the Second War, letters can do powerful things. This is a collection of the situations behind the letters in "Letters from Home."

A/N~ All the chapters will correspond with chapters from Letters from Home.

Chapter One   Dear Children

Harry grinned at the letter his daughter had sent him. Her run-on sentences and child-like logic made him forget that he was in the middle of Romania, fighting the darkest wizard the world has ever seen. It made him forget that he was scared, cold, and hungry. He read on:

 Daddy, Sissy told me that you are fighting. Is that twu? You always told me it's wrong to fight because you might hurt somebody, and if you fight then that means that I can hit Sissy, right?

Harry almost laughed. It was somehow funny and morbid at the same time. Only Hanna. He turned back to his letter and wrote:

I am fighting, Han-Han, but if I didn't fight, then something bad would happen to me. If you don't fight Sissy, then nothing bad will happen. Don't worry though, Hanna, nothing bad has happened to me.

Yet, he thought, not yet, Hanna-banana.

He folded the letter back up and put it in his front pocket. It was full to bursting even now with letters from home. Harry sighed as he went to go show Ron.

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You're the only one who lets me get away with putting Puke Powder in Uncle Percy's soup, too.

Ron laughed out loud, causing several of him bunk mates to turn and stare, only to turn back around when they saw that he was laughing at the letter. Kat was a piece of work, that's for sure. He added on to his three-page letter:

Don't worry, Kit-kat, if Uncle Fred and Uncle George are there at all, they'll cover for you. They did invent the powder you know. Maybe it's a good thing you couldn't do it this year; I think Gram was getting suspicious.

"Hey, Ron, I got a letter from Hanna!" Harry marched in, ever the proud parent.

"You're not the only one, Kat's letter just got here." Ron pointed toward Viola, her owl. "It's amazing how far that owl can travel."

Harry nodded. "Ginny and Hanna have to use the special delivery owls for my letters."

Ron grinned. "Gia and Rena used the swamp trick and you'll never guess on who!"

"Lupin?"

"No, Bill said he'd tear them up if they did it to him again."

"Flitwick? Laurence?"

"No…"

Harry's eyes lit up. "Snape!"

They both burst out laughing just as two American officers walked by. "Brits…" They muttered, not knowing that they may have been the one good thing that happened to them that day.

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Draco sat on the edge of the trench, reading the letter again and again. He had made the same mistake his father did: teach his son to be so tough that no emotion at all is showing. He would never forgive himself.

Hannibal was a lot like himself: insecure, nervous, always wanting to please Father. Draco hung his head. He had been so strict that he was afraid of complaining about Lucian. And who's to blame for that, hmm? Said a small voice sounding suspiciously like his own father. It's too late for regrets, you are a Malfoy, and Malfoys don't have regrets. Putting the letter away, he sank back down into the muck and awaited orders.

A/N- This corresponds with "Letters from Home" Chapter One, so if you haven't read it, you more than likely were confused. Nixiy, thank you! I'm glad you like the Neville/Luna pairing, and I'm sorry I made you cry!

Remember: I don't know what I should change in my story if you don't review, so help out the author some! By the way, if you haven't read Suns Golden Ray's story "Deer to Me" and the sequel, "Heading the School" (which she just added!! J ), go read it. They ROX.

+Dela+