A/N: So, here is the third installment in this series of letters. Sorry it's been kind of long since I updated; I broke my ankle, and I have NOT been in a mood to write. So, I'd like to thank the-regan-of-all-awesomeness and Sneakie_Nixie again, as they reviewed again on the second chapter. Now, all I need is the other 8 of you who alerted to review, and maybe then others will follow suit! Really, reviews are like, my crack. Be my dealer.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these lovely characters owned (so far. There might be some OC's in the near future). They will be returned unharmed (physically, at least ;]) to the JKR toybox when I feel like it :]

And now...

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September 6th, 1997

Harry,

This lot practically threw a party when I said I had a response from you. One of the blokes, kind of haggard looking and gray-ish, disappeared on the spot! Scared Mum so bad she almost fainted. I'm getting a little used to weird stuff happening now, which is something I never thought I'd say. You're world was supposed to be the wrong one, but now it seems like I'm settling into it, even if some things just creep me out.

Dad's getting more and more impatient by the day. Sometimes he looks like he's going to collapse, and others he's holed up in his room, muttering to himself. I think this is all driving him mad. I tried to tell him that this is the only way we'll survive, but he just screamed that they'd gotten to me too, and that he'd lost his son to the crackpots, just like he'd lost everything else. I dunno, Harry; he seems like he's planning something. I told your friend's dad about it, but he doesn't seem too worried. I think I'll tell that big bloke, Kingsley, the next time he comes through. I think they might be using our house as some sort of resting point on long journeys, or jobs. It's rather large, so a lot of people can fit in here.

You can tell that big stuff is going on. Even normal people like me and Mum and Dad can tell. Its misty all the time; Tonks says it's because of those Dementor things. I remembered last summer, and I almost demanded we leave right then; I didn't want to be near them ever again. But then she said that there weren't any in the town; they had checked. And she said that they all could do that thing you did when we were walking home that night.

I've gotten so bored with only the telly that I'm actually asking Mum to bring me home school work to do. I remembered yesterday that normally I would be back at Smeltings at this time. Mum wants to home school me, and I really just have nothing else to do so I've given in. It's got to be better than Smelting's was. I know I always told Dad that I loved going there and all, but really, it sucked. I always hated that you came home for summer hols and actually seemed to miss being at school. What could be so great about school that you would want to be there in summer?

One funny thing that happened involves the telly I told you we have. It's an old set and it doesn't get any good programs, but Mr. Weasley is downright obsessed with it. He keeps wanting to take it apart, but Tonks stops him every time. She told me that he has a habit of taking Muggle things apart and never quite getting them back together again. She's alright, that Tonks. She said her dad was normal (well, she said "muggle") and she had a lot of regular technology and stuff when she was a girl. She seems more comfortable around me and mum than the rest of them. Not that anyone's been rude or unkind; I just think they only know about how we've treated you in the past, and I wouldn't put it past them to judge us for that. Tonks has been telling me about how people in your world see you, and I realize now that it's like we've been raising Winston Churchill without knowing it. I don't envy you, mate.

Well, good luck, wherever you are. Don't get killed, because then I might be stuck here forever.

Dudley.

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Knox