Dear James, September 29, 2016
It's getting colder now. We used to be able to run outside, and stay there all day, but now we're stuck in our rooms. It gets a bit scary, with him rocketing around downstairs. I wish we didn't have to be there for it, but it's all right.
Love,
Albus
Dear James, October 3, 2016
It's Roxie's birthday tomorrow, and Mum says we might not go! We already buyed her presents and everything! And Uncle George and Auntie Angelina are getting her a kitten! It's not fair, James.
Love you.
Love,
Lily. xxx
Dear James, October 5, 2016
I don't know if they can keep this secret much longer! Lily whined so much that they caved and let us go to the party, but Dad started having a thing near the end, but all he was doing was sort of hyporventallating (did I spell that right?) and Mum stuck him in the floo and told everyone he'd forgotten something and had to go back for it. They were a bit suspishious (That doesn't look right either.) by the end when he hadn't come back, but Mum made some excuse.
Love,
Al
P.S.
Lily wants me to tell you Roxie's new cat is black and grey and white and is adorabal. (I need a spell-check quill! It's not adarabul either, is it? Adorrble?)
Dear James, October 11, 2016
Who's Professor O'Keefe? Mum was telling Dad how she got a letter from him as she was leaving work the day she was in the axident (aksidant?) and he thought you were having trouble at school and he was such a nice man not to want to worry her about it at work. Dad thinks he remembers him from school, that he was probably with good intentions because he never heard of a Hufflepuff who meant badly before.
Miss you.
Love,
Albus.
Dear James, October 18, 2016
THANKS FOR THE BOOKBAG AND THE NEW QUILL! That bag is awesome, it's weightless! And Bottomless! I could probably carry around Aunt Hermione's entire library in that thing and it will still feel as light as a feather! Guess what else? I GOT A NEW BROOM! A NIMBUS 7000! That's almost as good as your Firebolt, so there! I bet I can beat you when you come home for Christmas! You know what else? I'm ELEVEN! I'm GOING TO HOGWARTS NEXT YEAR!
Love,
Al
Dear James, October 23, 2016
Today was a fiasco. Dad really is going to kill someone if he keeps this up. Mom was babysitting for the Taylor twins this morning, and oh! Mrs. Taylor's going to have another baby! That's why we were babysitting, she had an appointment at Saint Mungo's, and Emmie and Mark got in such trouble there last time, but anyway, Dad had one of his things and he started running around and banging things, but what do four year olds know? They thought it was a game, and Mum convinced them it was like hide and seek so they had to go hide under your bed while Dad looked for them, but remember how Dad used to do that all the time? Act like a Hippogriff or something and roar and snort and chase them across the street to their house? Mom got hurt pretty bad cause she's still kind of weak, but Harry fixed her up when he came around and Mark and Em never knew a thing.
Miss you.
Love,
Al.
Dear James, October 31, 2016
I'm a fairy princess! Mum got Aunt Hermione to charm my wings for me so I can actually fly! I only go a little bit off the ground, but I love it! We're going to get so much candy! Al heard that Mrs. Winkler is giving out these HUGE boxes of fudge flies and Aunt Hermione bought M&M's this year. I like those better than the Skittles she got last year.
Love you.
Love,
Lily xxx
Dear James, October 31, 2016
Happy Halloween! There's a troll behind you! Dad told that story today, like always, but Lily got him to drag out the fight, and he made the teacher fainting extra funny, so it was better than usual. I'm sending a picture tomorrow, Lily wants you to see her in her fairy princess suit. You should see Hugo too, Aunt Hermione charmed him an awesome centaur suit, the back legs move with him when he walks and everything. I know you go to Hogsmead today, so have fun with that! Send me some chocolate frogs, would you?
Love,
Al.
"I'm going to shower before dinner, alright?" James called over his shoulder as he slipped into the bathroom to the side of the dorm in Gryffindor tower.
Still red cheeked and cold from the walk to and from Hogsmead, Dan and Aaron nodded, pulling off their hats and jackets.
Several minutes later, there was a tapping sound at the window.
Dan looked up, which was a mistake because the tower he'd been steadily building from cards blew up in his face. Aaron looked up from his comics, and let the small owl that had been fluttering by the window fly into the room and perch on the bed in the corner.
"Whose are you?" Dan asked, crossing over to it.
The owl only hooted in reply. Dan detached the letter, but there was no name on the front. Cautiously flipping it open, he read the hastily scrawled first line. Dear James, it read.
He meant to put it down, but something on the next line caught his eye, and he felt his frown deepen as he scanned down the letter, then went back and read it a second time. He might have read it again, but it was snatched from his hands by Aaron.
Dear James,
The mirror's broken, and I need help now! Mum's not returning for hours, she went for a grown up party at Aunt Audrey and Uncle Percy's. Something happened with Dad, and now Lily's bleeding and there's no dittany left. I don't know where Dad went, I'm afraid he might have gone to the party. I'd have gone after him, but he went through the floo, and I've no idea where, I just saw the flames dying down. I don't know what to do!
Help, James!
Love,
Albus
Aaron looked back up at Dan. "What the hell is this?"