Dear Ronald,
My sweet, sweet boy. My owl looked quite plump and happy when he gave me your letter. Don't feed him too much though, he'll get slow.
I'm ok, don't you worry. I was just searching for information on something, and getting some ingredients for a potion.
I'm so sorry that you're in bad spirits. You're at such a difficult and complicated age. I don't want you to let Harry push you around, you deserve better. But other than that I can't really think of anything else to say on the subject.
But on the other subject… I do miss you. That's all true. Ronald, if you need to separate us, if you want to make Scabbers and I two different beings, that's ok. I understand. But you seem to want this addressed… The things you said… They were NOT appalling. To you, you are odd, disgusting even, and you would never voice it to anyone. To you, you told a rat you were in love with it. But to me, you told me you loved me, and I reveled in it. No one's ever really loved me Ron, and thinking you did… You were my everything, my owner, my friend. I loved you back and I still do. You, just a child, so innocent. I think you saw me, you saw my soul through my eyes, and knew there was so much more to me than a rat. I love you Ron, and I'm so sorry if this is hard for you to read. If this is the last exchange we have, I'll know why and that's alright. I wish you the best, and I do hope I hear from you again.
~Scabbers
