History of Magic: Tell a story entirely through notes, letters, articles, etc. Must include a Slytherin.
Bonus: Segment story with date and time headings at least three times.
House: Ravenclaw. Magical Status: Squib. Wand: TBD PM: Yes please, with a score breakdown.
Also for: (1) The Songs by Genre challenge with the song "Somewhere" from Romeo and Juliet; and (2) the song fic boot camp with the same song and the prompt Dog.
Word Count: 489
Rating: K
Dear Harry
30 July 1994, 4:30 p.m.
Dear Harry,
I hope you're doing well this summer. I know you said those are some awful Muggles you used to live with. Remind me of my dear mum, if I'm honest. Wonder if your Muggle family would be Slytherins as well. I don't know if they're ambitious or loyal or anything, but vicious... that seems to be a common Slytherin trait. Except Regulus, I don't know where he went right, though.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know I'm thinking about you. It's your birthday tomorrow. Fourteen already? I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. James invited me over, Lily yelled at him for letting me see her looking so disheveled... even then you looked like your father.
But I digress. I meant it, you know, when I asked if you wanted to live with me. There are so many if onlys now. I'm glad to be free, certainly, but I wish my name was cleared as well. There is a place for us, Harry, where I can be a proper godfather. I have a house. It's not much, but we could have lived there together.
In hiding like I am just won't cut it for you. You can't hide as well. There are dark things happening, Harry. Everything with Wormtail just confirms that. I wouldn't be surprised if the time is nearing for You-Know-Who to return.
Anyway, I was just writing to say that -
30 July 1994, 5:15 p.m.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday! I hope you're doing well this summer. I got your last letter. I can't believe you told those Muggles that this old dog is dangerous! If it keeps you safe, I suppose it's worth it, though. It's nice to receive letters. I never got any in prison. Not that I expected anyone to write, of course. Although Remus might have.
Quidditch world cup this summer! I hope you get the chance to go. You're a brilliant Seeker, Harry. Better on the field than old James was, I dare say. I wish I could go, but even as Padfoot my presence would likely be too obvious, I'm sad to say. Being in hiding like this... it's no picnic. Buckbeak and I are surviving the best we can.
But it's tough, kid. I meant it when I said you could come live with me, you know. We could've found a new way of living, both of us abandoned by your parents - although of course you have it the worse, growing up without them. But you never knew them! I was one of James's best friends for nearly ten -
30 July 1994, 6:30 p.m.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday! I hope you have a great one. Not sure when I'll get to see you next, but I'll do what I can to make sure it's soon.
All my love,
Sirius