For the Golden Snitch Forum's Rat Day Event, using the optional prompts:
twitch
whiskers
tail
letter fic
"This is the best present I've ever received!"
baby pink
Total points should be 40, for Horned Serpent, Ilvermorny
1018 words by Google Docs
Thank you Emy for helping me reach 1000 words! (ur a lifesaver ahah)
2nd September, 1971
My Dearest Peter,
How is Hogwarts? Your father has told me so much about it. I do wish I was a witch so I could have gone; I'm a bit jealous. Tell me everything about the school, classes, dormmates, everything.
I do hope this gets to you; I have no idea how to use owls and your dad isn't much of a help.
All the love in the world,
Mum
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6th September, 1971
My Dearest Peter,
I'm glad to hear you have new friends, even if I would like it if you wrote me more often. You were always my brave little boy, so it's no wonder you were sorted into the house of lions.
I can't wait for you to come back for the summer holidays. It's been lonely without you in the house.
Write back soon,
Your loving mother
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6th September 1971
Peter, my boy,
A Gryffindor, eh?
I'll be honest, your mother made me write this letter; I'm not one for writing letters. I wanted to congratulate you face to face, but, again, your mother insisted that I write.
I was a Hufflepuff, in my day, have I ever told you that? I consider it to be the best house, even though we're mostly left to the back ground. We won the House Cup twice while I went to Hogwarts! I hope you carry on winning it, even if it is for another house. I still love you, though.
Hufflepuffs are better than Gryffindors, remember that.
Love,
Dad
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14th July, 1974
Peteeeeeeeeeeeeer!
I am slightly drunk.
The Potters have a whole wine cellar, isn't that cool? I mean, my parents probably also have one, but I haven't found it. Yet.
Firewhiskey is a bit strong, but it's still good. It burns a bit.
Remy is being stiff and no fun, as usual, but we still love him, don't worry.
Wish you were here!
Sirius!
And James, because he's a lazy git who can't write his own letter.
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14th July, 1974
Dear Peter,
I thought this would be a fun summer, spending it at James's house, but really, I seem to be spending the time looking over Sirius and James; they are very immature and very drunk.
How is your summer, Peter? It might be better than mine, believe it or not. I don't fancy insanely drunk friends every night.
Have you done any summer homework yet? Sirius and James won't let me do any; they're calling me a buzzkill.
Have a great rest of your holiday! Only two more months until we see each other again!
All the best,
Remus
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6th August, 1975
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
This is a co-written letter, by the way; Remus is just the only one sober enough to write.
Wish you were here, once again! Tell your parents to stop loving you so much.
Attached is your birthday present from all three of us. We hope you like it! We hope you like it so much that it makes you exclaim 'this is the best present I've ever received!' Honestly, please like it. We worked really hard on it and Sirius might cry if you don't like it.
We'll try for next holidays, yeah?
Remus, Sirius and James
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12th December, 1975
Peter! Or should I say Wormtail!
This is your official letter of acceptance to the highly exclusive, extremely sought after, band of Marauders. You must hereby meet us (Padfoot and Prongs) at the twelfth stroke of midnight in the Astronomy tower. There, you will make the following pledge:
I, Wormtail, do solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
I, Wormtail, do solemnly swear that I will stick with the Marauders, no matter what, and help Moony in his transformations until the day I die.
I, Wormtail, do solemnly swear to tell no one of this pact.
Mischief Managed,
Prongs
PS. EAT THIS LETTER WHEN YOU FINISH READING
PPS. DON'T EAT THE LETTER! PADFOOT SAYS TO BURN IT IN THE FIRE BECAUSE THE INK WILL POISON YOU AND YOU'LL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH
Prongs
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3rd Feburary, 1976
Wormtail,
Meet me (Prongs) at 5am in the Charms corridor for the next sugar mice prank. Padfoot will enchant them, but you need to lead them to the right spot. Twitch your tail so I know which one you are and don't accidentally eat you.
Prongs
PS BURN THIS LETTER WHEN YOU FINISH READING
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5th June, 1980
Peter-
It pains me to write to you, because, I'll be honest, I still hate you. Unfortunately, the Dark Lord sees it beneath him to write letters to you; you're a very new member. You need to climb the ranks first to get your own letter.
Anyway, I am writing to you because the Dark Lord needs you as soon as possible, which means right now. He has a very important task for you.
Severus
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4th August, 1980
Dear Peter,
We're so sorry you couldn't be there for the birth! Lily had a beautiful baby boy, which is a bit of a shame, seeing as how my mother bought baby pink everything for the baby— she wanted a granddaughter.
We've named him Harry, after Lily's father.
Everyone says he looks like me, but with Lily's eyes. To be completely honest, I don't see it. He's just a pink lump of flesh right now.
But I still love him.
Come over soon; he needs to meet his third Uncle!
Yours truly,
James
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3rd January, 1981
Peter
Peter I'm scared. Why do we have to go in hiding? What's happening?
Your father won't explain anything to me; he says it's not for Muggles to know or understand.
Peter, please.
Mum
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14th October, 1981
Peter,
I'm writing to you urgently. Please, come to Lily and James's house as soon as you can't. I can't say why in a letter. There's too much risk. Just please come. Quickly.
Sirius
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30th October, 1981
You have actually done well, for once. You might be the cat's whiskers very soon, as they say.
Signed,
You know who.