Dear Potter,
Where the hell are you, anyway? Your fans are most disappointed that you have not turned up. Longbottom gets his ass handed to him almost every day, and that Creevy kid keeps having to spend long hours with Carrow. The male one. It doesn't bode well. Your little Dumbledore's Army is trying to make a stand it seems, but their numbers are low.
School has taken a most macabre turn. We torture, we learn about torture, we torture some more. Crabbe seems to enjoy it. It's really the only thing he's been good at, ever. Goyle still isn't good at anything except eating. He reminds me of Weasley in that regard. The male one.
In regards to the female one, she and Dean Thomas have struck up quite the romance. I'm sure she'll tell you when she sees you. How she's madly in love with Thomas and can't get enough, and that you all should just stay friends. Or she'll ditch him like she has before and you can live happily ever after and have three kids and name them all after Dumbledore. I hope you don't do that, it'd be horribly cliched. And you've never done the expected before.
About Dumbledore...I take it you know what happened, at least some of it. You were following me around quite a lot. And I don't think it was because you were madly in love with me. I am a Death Eater, and I was trying to kill Dumbledore.
But I couldn't go through with it. Shocker, I failed again. And then Snape stepped in. And he finished the job. And we ran, and you followed us, but didn't reach me in time.
Just put it on my tab.
Malfoy