Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling

Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at Number Four, Privet Drive. Dudley was shouting at his parents about his new diet and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were taken aback by their son's anger and none of their words had any effect.

Harry could still spot a Dudley tantrum a mile off, so he wolfed down his leaf of Lettice and carrot stick before Dudley had tipped the table over in a fit of rage as Harry rushed off to his bedroom before anyone noticed.

He opened up the loose floorboard under his bed and took from it a large box and opened it to reveal a giant fruitcake which Mrs Weasley had sent to him. His mouth watering slightly, he cut a large piece off and began to eat.

'This was breakfast', Harry thought as he munched on the fruitcake, its flavours reminding him of Hogwarts and the Wizarding world.

He could still hear the shouting below and his room shook as Dudley must've thrown something. Judging by Aunt Petunia's wail, it was one of her prized plates.

Although the shouting was unsettling, Harry was glad that he wasn't the one on the receiving end of it for once.

'But he shouldn't be here', he thought miserably.

If Sirius had managed to clear his name, he would be living with his Godfather instead of the Dursleys. Harry had spent the last few weeks lamenting on the home he almost had.

He had heard from Sirius the other week. Sirius had written to Harry telling him that he was out of the country and was safe from the Dementors. He also told Harry to write to him if Harry needed anything.

Harry put the letter in the loose floorboard under his bed where he kept Mrs Weasley's fruitcake and the treats that his other friends had sent him.

As Harry was chewing on his piece of fruitcake, a white shadow landed on his bed and it took him a moment to realise that it was his owl, Hedwig.

Hedwig looked up at him expectantly with her large amber eyes and in her beak was a yellowish envelope. Harry greeted her warmly as he took the envelope and offered her a bit of his fruitcake.

Hedwig nibbled at a couple of sultanas and cherries before giving Harry's ear an affectionate bite and taking off and flying out of the window.

Harry looked down at the yellowish envelope and saw it was addressed to him in neat handwriting - He had the impression that he had seen it before;

Mr H Potter
The Smallest Bedroom
Number Four Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey

With trembling fingers, Harry opened the envelope revealing a single sheet of frayed parchment folded in two. Something dropped out of the envelope and Harry looked to see that it was a bar of Honeydukes Chocolate. Harry had a feeling of who was writing to him.

With his heart beating in his chest, Harry unfolded the parchment and began to read:

Dear Harry,

I hope you are enjoying your summer and are not too despondent about the events of last term.

I'm writing to tell you how very proud I am of your progress last year. You have come a long way with your Patronus Charm and by doing so, you saved quite a few lives, including an old friend who I thought was lost to me for twelve years. In case this letter falls into the wrong hands, I'm going to call our friend Padfoot.

I've heard from Padfoot and he is a long way from this country. The Dementors will never find him and it appears that he is enjoying the sun as well. I'm quite jealous of him - It's pouring with rain where I am.

By sparing Wormtail's life, you showed a great strength of character. I may not have agreed with your decision at the time, but I have been thinking on what you said about your father and I too, do not believe that James would want us to be killers.

You reminded me so much of James whilst watching you practice casting your Patronus on that Boggart. Your father wasn't one to give up after a setback and would often get straight back on his broom after falling off.

James would've been very proud of your efforts to secure the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor. You fly just like him, but in many ways, you are like Lily.

Your mother had a kindness that I never thought that I deserved. She was fierce when she wanted to be and like you, she had a few choice words when she was angered.

It is tragic that your time with them was so short. They loved you very much and there isn't a day that goes by when I don't miss them. But although they have gone from this world Harry, they will always reside within our hearts.

Your Patronus is proof of that; As Dumbledore no doubt told you, Prongs rode again that night.

You have been a pleasure to teach and I wish you well in the future.

I would tell you to stay out of trouble, but James would be disgusted that I would ever suggest such a thing to his son and I don't think that Padfoot would be impressed either. I'll just tell you to take care instead.

From your favourite Professor,

Moony.

P.S. I know that it's a little early, but I wish you a Happy Birthday and hope you don't eat that chocolate all at once.

Harry let out a laugh as he finished reading the letter as happiness swelled in him like a balloon. Professor Lupin had been his favourite teacher last year and Harry hated seeing him leave.

It took Harry a moment to realise that his eyes were wet. He hastily dried them with his bedsheets. To hear Lupin talk about his parents brought him great comfort and his parents seemed more real to him as he read Lupin's words about them.

He looked at the bar of Honeydukes chocolate in his hand and smiled; He had had enough chocolate for a lifetime, but compared to Aunt Petunia's wilted salads it was a great treat.

He unwrapped it and broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. The warmth spread through his body instantly and it reminded him of the many nights he had spent practising the Patronus Charm with Lupin.

Harry realised that he wasn't bothered about the shouting in the kitchen anymore. He felt content as he munched on his chocolate and fruit cake as he put Lupin's letter with Sirius's.

Thank you for reading.