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Chapter 2: Dear Sirius

Mr. Elvis, who is Sirius's ridiculous owl, somehow found his way into the girls' dormitory. The bloody thing made me jump as I was leaving the shower.

'Elvis!' The northern spotted owl hooted as it perched on my bedside lamp: there's a letter from Sirius attached to his leg. I walked over to Mr. Elvis, stroking his head as I untied the letter. 'How's Siri? I hope you're looking after him, Elvis.' Mr. Elvis hooted again, which I accepted to mean everything is okie-dokie with Sirius. I, therefore, opened the window, so that Mr. Elvis could make his way to the Owlery, where I knew he'd wait for my response. I collapsed onto my bed, once the nonsensical owl had vanished. I opened the letter from Sirius.

Hermione! I escaped! Mwahaha! Prongs came to visit on his broom, and we went for a joyride around the skies of London. It was incredible. We scared some tourists, and a little old man. Now, before you start tutting and think I'm an 'irresponsible prat', we were under invisibility spells. Aunt Dorea found out though, so James is grounded for a month, and my mummy dearest wasn't best pleased either. I've locked myself in my bedroom, all set to camp out here for the rest of the summer. Got all my food rations that I smuggled up from the kitchen: and some killer music.

I am being forced to attend my cousin Bellatrix's wedding this August. I don't want to attend, because it'll be boring: plus another chance for my mother to convince me to join the dark side. She's marrying Rodolphus Lestrange. What kind of name is Rodolphus? Do his parents know they named him after a reindeer? He's an ugly fellow too; cousin Bellatrix needs her eyes testing.

How was your first lesson with the old coot? It's not fair that you get to learn Occlumency and Legilimency. I want to read minds! Think of all the dirt I could get on Snivellus... but you're not allowed to read my mind when you master it. You have to solemnlyswear that you won't. We can screw with Prongs though, that'll be amusing. Can't believe Dorea grounded him, we didn't hurt anyone... and no one saw us. We didn't even get caught by The Trace. Can't wait until September: it's going to be sweet being 17. I'm going to get a motorcycle license. Though, no more Black Family Curse, that might suck. You need to get Cullen to teach you first aid and healing spells?

Well that's it; don't have anything else to say, except that I miss you. I love you. Sirius x.

Oh Merlin, he's been terrorizing London. I do feel sorry for the people of London. Sirius sounded in better spirits though: probably, because he's seen James. I'd been smiling throughout reading the letter. Sirius always manages to make me smile. I doubt he's done the proper research into getting a muggle motorcycle license. He has a point about learning first aid and healing spells though: I hadn't considered what would happen once James and Sirius were no longer under the protection of the Black Family Curse. I guess I should focus on learning how to fix broken bones, and asking Slughorn if he'd teach me how to make healing potions. I could just pretend I was curious about them: he wouldn't ask questions then. I would need to have everything ready for September's full moon. I should start gathering together supplies, because no one will notice if I slowly collect together the things I'd need. Thinking about it made my stomach churn. I guess the nightmares would return; they'd only stopped because Sirius was safe with the Black Family Curse protecting him. I decided not to think about this too much, it wasn't a problem that I needed to worry about right now. I concentrated on getting dressed, because I hadn't changed out of my towel yet. I then cast the hair drying charm, before finding a scroll of parchment, so that I could write a letter to Sirius.

Dear Sirius. Why am I not surprised that you escaped? Poor London! What did it ever do wrong? I'm glad you had fun though. I hope mummy dearest wasn't too annoyed... and I hope James doesn't lose his mind during his punishment. Did Dorea confiscate his broom? Not much has happened here: I had another advanced potions class with Slughorn. He was going to teach me how to brew Polyjuice Potion: he was pretty shocked when I told him I'd already brewed Polyjuice Potion before. Have I told you that I can brew Polyjuice Potion? And before you ask... no I'm not brewing it for you, so that you can impersonate other people around the castle.

The lesson with Dumbledore wasn't too bad. I'm terrible at keeping him out of my mind, so I'm afraid the headmaster might have seen some of the things the Marauders got up to last year. Although, if Dumbledore is a Legilimen, how come the four of you get away with so much mayhem? Couldn't he just read the confession straight from your minds? Anyway, apparently I am putting up a very weak defense, but Dumbledore can get through... I'm sure I'll get better with a few more lessons. I was a little better at Legilimency, I could see some of Dumbledore's mind, but it was very unclear. Next time, he says we'll find someone with a younger mind for me to practice on. I've done some reading about the technique and younger minds are easy to navigate because there are fewer memories. The spell is easy enough to pick up though; it's the understanding and navigation of your opponent's mind, which is the hard part... Oh, and I solemnly swear that I will not read your mind when I'm a Legilimen.

I also agree with you about learning some healing magic. I will ask Professor Cullen to teach me healing spells, and Professor Slughorn to teach me how to brew various healing potions. I will also start collecting together things that'll be useful, because it'll be easier to raid the Hospital Wing while the castle is deserted.

Otherwise it's been same old, same old here. I still miss you. Be good. Love Hermione x.

I placed the letter into an envelope, before sealing the envelope and addressing it to Sirius. I then wondered up to the Owlery, though, on the way I was still thinking about the problem with the full moon. I was climbing the stairs to the Owlery when it hit me: the Wolfsbane Potion. I could try and learn to brew the Wolfsbane Potion, then Remus would keep his mind, and James and Sirius wouldn't get hurt. I ran up the remaining stairs to the Owlery: pleased with my solution to the problem, though, I would have to learn to brew perhaps one of the hardest potions ever to exist. I never said it was a simple solution.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the exchange of letters between Sirius and Hermione. I have 9 more chapters planned for their summer holidays, then back to Hogwarts. Remember to spare a moment to review, even if it's just one word. Love RoxannetheLaugh x.