Chapter Three
Disclaim: Why does everyone think I own this?! Look at her! *Points at JK Rowling*
Harry's ability to write quickly did not help him now. He simply didn't know what to say to his dead mother, father, and twin sister he never knew existed. He didn't even know where to send the letter to. He didn't know anything about what they were like, and only vaguely knew what his parents looked like from the old photo album he had gotten from Hagrid. So how was he supposed to write?
Dear Mum, Dad, and Lisa,
Let me be honest. I don't know what to write to the people I had assumed didn't exist until a few moments ago. It's just a huge shock. I would like to except your offer, though. It would be wonderful to finally meet you.
"But Harry!" Ron but in.
"You promised!" interrupted Hermione. Harry kept writing.
I want to know what you look like. The only idea I have is from the photo album Hagrid gave me. But I have no idea what Lisa looks like. This is like a dream come true. For me, though, It always seems that as soon as a dream comes true something horrible happens. That's only a superstition of mine. Don't worry.
I also want to know why you didn't try to find me earlier. The Dursleys treated me horribly. That is an understatement. The point is that we are united again.
I know that Lisa will love it here at Hogwarts. Tell her to watch out for professor Snape and his potions class. And Mr. Filch. But other wise, seek trust in your professors. I hope Lily has had a lot of schooling or tutoring other than Hogwarts. It would be hard for her to start in the fifth year and not have any other education.
I still do not know how you could be alive, but I am writing this letter in hope that this really could be true.
Love,
Harry
Harry folded the letter and stuffed it in his pocket along with a bunch of crumbs, dirt, papers, his wand, and even a bottle of frogspawn. "I'll take it to the owlry right now. I'll meet you in Herbology." He said to his two best friends.
"But Harry," said Hermione, "We all promised that none of us would ever leave for Christmas."
Harry sighed. "This is a once and only chance. You know you would take it if you were me."
Ron and Hermione nodded. So Harry went.
Hermione turned to Ron. "I guess I'll go home too. Sorry Ron."
"But Hermione! What'll I do- go hang out with Crabb and Goyle?"
"Of course not, you know you wouldn't do that for a million galleons. See if you can go home too. I'm sure your parents will let you."
And so Ron and Hermione took out their paper, ink, and quills and began writing. Hermione wrote a RSVP to her parents, while Ron wrote a desperate plea to go home. After all, he didn't want to have to hang out with Crabb and Goyle.
Disclaim: Why does everyone think I own this?! Look at her! *Points at JK Rowling*
Harry's ability to write quickly did not help him now. He simply didn't know what to say to his dead mother, father, and twin sister he never knew existed. He didn't even know where to send the letter to. He didn't know anything about what they were like, and only vaguely knew what his parents looked like from the old photo album he had gotten from Hagrid. So how was he supposed to write?
Dear Mum, Dad, and Lisa,
Let me be honest. I don't know what to write to the people I had assumed didn't exist until a few moments ago. It's just a huge shock. I would like to except your offer, though. It would be wonderful to finally meet you.
"But Harry!" Ron but in.
"You promised!" interrupted Hermione. Harry kept writing.
I want to know what you look like. The only idea I have is from the photo album Hagrid gave me. But I have no idea what Lisa looks like. This is like a dream come true. For me, though, It always seems that as soon as a dream comes true something horrible happens. That's only a superstition of mine. Don't worry.
I also want to know why you didn't try to find me earlier. The Dursleys treated me horribly. That is an understatement. The point is that we are united again.
I know that Lisa will love it here at Hogwarts. Tell her to watch out for professor Snape and his potions class. And Mr. Filch. But other wise, seek trust in your professors. I hope Lily has had a lot of schooling or tutoring other than Hogwarts. It would be hard for her to start in the fifth year and not have any other education.
I still do not know how you could be alive, but I am writing this letter in hope that this really could be true.
Love,
Harry
Harry folded the letter and stuffed it in his pocket along with a bunch of crumbs, dirt, papers, his wand, and even a bottle of frogspawn. "I'll take it to the owlry right now. I'll meet you in Herbology." He said to his two best friends.
"But Harry," said Hermione, "We all promised that none of us would ever leave for Christmas."
Harry sighed. "This is a once and only chance. You know you would take it if you were me."
Ron and Hermione nodded. So Harry went.
Hermione turned to Ron. "I guess I'll go home too. Sorry Ron."
"But Hermione! What'll I do- go hang out with Crabb and Goyle?"
"Of course not, you know you wouldn't do that for a million galleons. See if you can go home too. I'm sure your parents will let you."
And so Ron and Hermione took out their paper, ink, and quills and began writing. Hermione wrote a RSVP to her parents, while Ron wrote a desperate plea to go home. After all, he didn't want to have to hang out with Crabb and Goyle.