Dear Lysander,

Hey me ... Oh Merlin I feel stupid.

Let's start from the beginning, even though you know 'cause well you're me, I'm writing a letter to myself because Lily is making me or well us do it. Seriously, she's got us all doing it, well the people she has tricked anyway. Which includes me, 'cause I can't resist anything she asks me, especially when she winks her big emerald eyes with those golden flecks at me...

Look I'm not going to lie to myself, I'm doing it to everyone else so I might as well start telling the truth here, I'm in love with my best friend. At least I think I am, or we are.

At fifteen do I really know what love is? Is it real, future me?

I could never get her, she is beautiful and when she tosses her fiery hair every guy flocks to her, while I play the part of the dutiful BFF. Not only that, but the miles of protective cousins, brothers and assorted friends that would kill me if I ever touched Lily. I'm her best friend, and yes I've said that we are before, but we have been since I we were in diapers.

I don't know why I'm telling myself this, but I need to get it out, and feel more comfortable in letter form than a diary. So, me in the future, I'd really love to know how this turns out. I can see her across the common room, curled up on a squishy armchair and writing furiously on her parchment, it would be so easy to ask her but so hard. I can't risk our friendship.

Enough about Lily. How are Mum and Dad, still blissfully happy, and Mum's still searching for the Crumple Horned Snorcack too?

And Lorcan, tell me he ends up alone right? Yeh, 'course he is, unless he finds some courage and asks out Dom, like he's been moaning about for years, though I can't talk, but at least I don't tell anyone! Though you know all about that being me and all.

So, tell me one thing, or don't 'cause you can't but anyway; do my dreams come true? You know, that we want to make something of ourselves and we, I, desperately want to become an expert in Ancient Runes, become a curse breaker. There's something so magical about the way words, codes, runes can form spells and curse beyond anyone's wildest dreams. And being able to break them, to be so powerful, well it's (excuse the pun) magical.

Let's hope we achieve it.

Well that's all, wish us look in mine and your future.

From,

Lysander at age 15