Dear Sirius,
I'm sorry I havn't written already, but I'm having to write to write in secret. My Uncle still thinks you are a murderous, raving lunatic you see, plus you're a wizard so I expect he thinks you'll turn him into a toad if I asked you too.
I read the news about Peter Pettigrew, will they question him about you do you think? You might be cleared!
Not much has happened to me over the summer, I got a bit of sunburn from weeding in the garden, but it's stopped peeling now and Ron is going to send me some magical salve for it.
I also met a girl. Her name is Olivia, she is absolutely insane. You would like her! She's sort of lost her spark though.
This is strange, writing to you about a girl!
I feel really bad about you being locked up in that massive house. If it makes you feel better it's been either raining or really, incredibly, blisteringly hot.
Are you still living with Professor Lupin? If you are then say hello from me.
I really wish I could see you. I miss you.
Harry.