Dear Ms. Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that for your seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you will have the privilege of being our Head Girl. This is an honor bestowed on only two students per year, so please be careful not to misuse your status.
Term begins on September 1. On the train returning to Hogwarts, you, the Head Boy, and the Prefects from all years and houses will meet in the Prefects compartment. Until then, you are free to sit with anyone you choose, unlike the Prefects.
Starting September 3, you and the Head Boy will have weekly meetings, accompanied by one or more staff members. Professor Slughorn has asked to be your faculty advisor, so he will be meeting with you most of the time.
Your new dorm is located behind the portrait of Montigue the Magnificent on the seventh floor. The password is "Corazon", pronounced cor-a-ZOHN.
I offer my sincere congratulations to you once again, and I look forward to seeing you in September.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
P.S.- Please meet me in my office as soon as you and your new dorm mate have settled. The password is Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. No matter what time you get in, see me. This is absolutely crucial.
I laughed. I was Head Girl! I ran down to the kitchen to tell my dad. "Dad, Dad, you'll never guess what!" I cried. As I reached the kitchen, I didn't see my father, but rather my sister Tuney, with her bear-sized boyfriend Vernon. Who was down on one knee, proposing.
I stopped in my tracks. "Oh, Godric." They both looked up at me.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Petunia asked me.
I stared at Vernon, then replied, "Oh, what the hell am I doing? I am getting the bloody well out of here. Merlin, you two are disgusting."
Petunia sneered, "Well, as I am marrying Vernon, you won't have to see me much longer."
I screamed. This could not be happening. "Just promise me one thing. When you get married, make it when I'm in school. I don't want to have to witness this. I thought you were smarter than that, Tuney."
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that for your seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you will have the privilege of being our Head Boy. This is an honor bestowed on only two students per year, so please be careful not to misuse your status.
Term begins on September 1. On the train returning to Hogwarts, you, the Head Girl, and the Prefects from all years and houses will meet in the Prefects compartment. Until then, you are free to sit with anyone you choose, unlike the Prefects.
Starting September 3, you and the Head Girl will have weekly meetings, accompanied by one or more staff members. Professor Slughorn has asked to be your faculty advisor, so he will be meeting with you most of the time.
Your new dorm is located behind the portrait of Montigue the Magnificent on the seventh floor. The password is "Corazon", pronounced cor-a-ZOHN.
I offer my sincere congratulations to you once again, and I look forward to seeing you in September.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
P.S.- Please meet me in my office as soon as you and your new dorm mate have settled. The password is Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. No matter what time you get in, see me. This is absolutely crucial.
"Are you serious? James Potter, Head Boy?" Sirius cried.
I smiled, "No, you're Sirius. And do you want to see the letter?" He grabbed it out of my hand.
Sirius patted me on the back. "Hey, this is fantastic. You share a dorm with the Head Girl, and you know who is definitely going to be Head Girl!" He jumped up on the bed and started singing, "JAMES AND LILY SITTING IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" I reached up and threw a pillow at his head. Sirius promptly fell off the bed.
My mum called up the steps, "Sirius, are you all right?" She knew us well.
"Everything's good, Mum! But what does Corazon mean?" he called. Since Sirius had moved in with us this summer, he had started referring to my parents as Mum and Dad. They didn't care, especially since they were more Siri's parents than the Blacks were.
"I believe it's Spanish for heart. Why?" she asked.
He made a face at me, and cried, "No reason!"
"Hold on, let me write to Dad. He'll be so excited!" I said, pulling out a sheet of parchment and a quill.
Dad,
I'm Head Boy. I just got the letter today, and wanted you to be the first (Well, second- Sirius peeked) to know. I'm so excited!
Love,
James.
PS- Hi Dad! He showed me, I didn't peek! Love, Sirius.
After Sirius had added his bit, I sent it to the Ministry. Within minutes, a response returns.
James,
That is such an honor! I am so proud of you! When I get home, we are going to celebrate. Invite Remus and Peter over!
Love,
Dad
PS- Hi Sirius! I believe James, but I still love you! Love, Dad
As I finished reading the letter aloud, Remus apparated into the room. He looked at Sirius on the floor, then turned to me, unconcerned. "Congratulations, mate, I just heard!"
"Merlin, how does this get around so quickly?" I asked.
Remus laughed. "It wasn't that, I just heard Sirius screaming and put two and two together. I suspect Wormtail knows by now, too, but his mum won't let him out of the house."
A scream pierced through the house. The three of us looked at each other, and ran downstairs.
"Mum!" Sirius yelled. "What happened?" We reached the kitchen.
My mum was laying on the ground, overcome by tears. A man with Ministry robes on was kneeling next to her, trying to comfort her. I shoved him away, and stayed next to my mother, whispering words of comfort. Sirius backed him up against the wall, wand pointed at his throat.
"What in the name of Merlin happened to my mother?" he barked.
The Ministry wizard put his hands up, then asked, "Are you Mr. Potter?"
Remus was standing quietly at the door, but with that comment he walked over to Padfoot and held up his own wand. "We are not of the name Potter, but we are Harold's children. Tell us what has happened. NOW."
The man said, "We are horrified to inform you that Mr. Harold Potter, of Potter Manor, was killed today in a fight with Dark Wizards. His body remains at the Ministry. We ask that you pick it up for burial in seventy-two hours at the most, or it will be cremated and kept in the cremation grounds at the Ministry."