Dear Mum
By I heart Venomous Tentaculas
Disclaimer:
Me: I am blonde, I am female, and I write fantasy. But I am not British, I am not a mother, I did not have millions of dollars. Does that mean I can't own Harry Potter?
Lawyer: Yes.
Me: *Cries*
It's all not mine. It's Jo Rowling's.
It was Harry's fourth year teacher who started it all. After all, it was she who said that they were supposed to write letters to someone they missed. Many of Harry's classmates wrote to friends who had moved away, or siblings at boarding schools. His cousin wrote to his favorite video game character (whose game he had smashed 3 times that week) but Harry... Harry chose to write to his mother.
Harry's parents had died when he was young, in a car crash, and he was taken in by his caring aunt and uncle. This was common knowledge in the school, among the teachers. He was an enigma, bright in all aspects that his teachers could observe but failing simple tasks he was given.
Mrs. Williams sighed, and rubbed her eyes. She was reading and marking all of her student's letters, and she was just about to start Harry Potter's. She braced herself, ready to read incomplete sentences and horrible misspelled words. For such an eloquent boy when he talked, he had the worst grammar and spelling imaginable. She glanced at it and then blinked.
Dear Mum;
Who are you? I know that your name was Lily, and that you were married to my dad, and that means that you would have been Lily Potter, but I don't know much about who you are. When is your birthday? How and when did you and Dad meet? Who was your best friend growing up? Why did you marry my dad? Why did you get in the car, when you knew dad was drunk? Why did you leave me at Aunt Petunia's?
I suppose you want to know about me though, because Aunt Petunia said that you weren't ever looking down at me, like Josh's grandpa does for him, because you were downstairs, whatever that means. My full name is Harry James Potter (after Dad) and I was born July 31, 1980. I didn't even know my name until I started school! It was really cool to have something that was really mine and that Dudley couldn't take away like he did with my library books. I am 9 years old, in fourth year and I live at Number 4 Privet Drive. I live with my Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and my cousin Dudley.
This letter is only supposed to have 3 paragraphs so here's where I'll finish it off. I don't really have any friends, and I know that you can't write back, but if you could ever just look up, and watch me, I would be really grateful. Thanks.
Love you,
Harry J. Potter
Mrs. Williams reread the letter, and then reread it again.
Harry received his letter back, a week later. There were a few things circled and it said 'DATE!' on the top but for the most part it was clear of red ink. But, on the top, it also said 'A'. Most of the class mailed their letters, but Harry kept his, and his envelope, and when the last bell rang, ran home and stuffed it under his mattress where no one could find it.
A/N: A multi/short-chaptered whose chapters will appear when I get writers block or my computer freezes on the other document. Hope you enjoyed. Review please!