The Scars Of Scabbers

by Dookaller

Ron always acted indifferent towards Scabbers in front of his friends. But he was always there, of course he was attached. Honestly, Ron lost a friend that fateful day beneath the Whomping Willow. But maybe not entirely. Could Ron really be receiving letters from his former rodent companion? RonXScabbers

1. Dear Ronald

Dear Ronald,

I don't even really know how to begin. I can't imagine what I must have done to your psyche. I'm sure you hate me with a passion and that's ok. That's understandable. I know you don't want to hear from me and yet... I have this nagging desire to contact you. You see, the thing is, in all honesty, I miss you. I miss you stroking my fur and whispering that you wouldn't let Crookshanks get me. I miss you patting your pocket, just to make sure I was still there. I miss our talks, even if I never replied, and you doubted I was really listening. I was listening Ron. I heard every word.

I considered writing you sooner, but not only did I not want certain people around me to notice, but I didn't think it was a good idea to send an owl directly to your home over the summer. This owl will go unnoticed amongst the others always flitting around the school. It's warm there now hm? It's very cold here. I'm somewhere green. Can't say where of course, but well, the smell reminds me of home. I mean, I guess not my home. Your home. It reminds me of your home. It's a nice comfort, in light of where I actually am. My stomach is churning in fear. I've always been easily scared… You know that though.

Oh, I have to end this letter quickly. I'm sorry. I hope receiving this isn't too much of an upset. I'm sorry.

~P-

~ Scabbers