A/N In a week...
7.4.1979
Dear Reg,
Obediently (yes, I'm surprised myself) I write to you again, and I imagine how the owl swoops down at your table and starts devouring your breakfast. Probably this should be the occasion to apologise for Harley's bad manners, but I'm not sorry to confess that they amuse me immensely.
Have you heard? Lovely Bella attacked - clearly something she loves to do regularly - my best friend and his newly-wed wife (as I was their best man I know perfectly well what I'm talking about) with her beloved master (you know very well that's not her husband). They needed all their wits to escape, but of course, that was an accident and a misunderstanding, and you are very sorry that my friends were not killed.
And to make another point very clear: My wish to hear nothing from your family includes that revolting house-elf. All he can do is repeat what your mother teaches him and therefore he turned out the basest creature on earth. As much as I protest against the ill-treatment under which many house-elves suffer, that thing is a copy of the most corrupt and ghastly in that family of yours. And speaking of your family and your shrieking, cursing mother, you don't want to tell me that I am still the heir? That woman must have disinherited me the second I fled from the dirt of her halls. You said yourself she burnt me from the tapestry (Yeah!).
But just in case you finally get it that you've taken the completely wrong path to your precious destination: If you're very careful, you might be able to hide from your sweet-natured guide and maybe rethink your goal. If this is what you want, contact Dumbledore. He is the only one who might still be able to help you.
Don't despair, little Reggie, I'm there for you,
Sirius