CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 for language and thoughts.
SUMMARY: Sirius is trying to write the letter to order Harry's Broom
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is Sirius' thoughts... He's not talking to anyone, it's all in his mind. This the beginning of a long story... that ends with my story "Face of My King" I don't have everything written yet... but that's half the fun, waiting for the next chapter right?
THANK YOU: I would like to thank my beta reader, DML, The Violent Couch. Thank you so much.
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Chapter Twelve
It's Just A Letter


Come on Padfoot, you can do this. Think you old fool. Twelve years doesn't make you an idiot. You used to be able to write letters that looked and sounded like it came from someone else, so why can't you do it now?

I know, it's because Moony and Prongs aren't here. They could get me through anything. I doubt there was one prank letter I wrote back then that didn't have one of their mitts in on it. Actually, the only ones Prongs wasn't in on were the ones to do with Kitty, and Moony wouldn't get in on the ones to a girl in a year below us. He had the biggest crush on what's-her-name... Runklebinkle... no Rumplebinkle, that was it. Other than that, I think they were both in on everything.

I need them here for inspiration.

Wormtail, why did you have to tear us apart? Why did you have to kill Prongs and destroy my life? We cared for you, you little git.

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This isn't helping me to write this bloody letter. At least that cat brought me more than one sheet of parchment. I'm in desperate need of it. I don't know how it did it though, it brought me a bottle of purple ink, which just happens to be my favorite, a quill and three pieces of parchment. I'm going to have to make it all last, seeing as it may be needed at a later date, but...

Speaking of the cat, guess who is snoozing in the corner? I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count.

BINGO... You're right, the cat.

I woke up this morning and it was coming through the trapdoor. I'm pretty sure that is what woke me up in the first place. I bet it came to make sure that I do write this letter. I'm going to do it. I just don't know what to write.

How should I put this? Should I write something about the broken broom, should I say something about him being in the third year at Hogwarts in Gryffindor, or should I just make the order and not add anything else?

I'll have to remember to add the information about my vault, but use Harry's name. I'm glad I choose to make those changes to my account when I did all those years ago. Or there would be no way I could be able to pull this off.

How does this sound?

"I, Harry Potter, would like to put an order in for the Firebolt. The money for the broom is to be taken out of vault seven hundred and eleven, in Diagon Alley."
All right, that sounds good. I wonder how I should say that I don't want it till arrive until Christmas? I could say that he wants to give it to himself for a Christmas gift. It kind of makes since. I really should put something in about the fact that his broom being broken. So lets start this again. Get it all figured out before I try and put it down on paper.

"To Who"
No no no... To Whom you idiot, to whom.

To Whom it May Concern,
I, Harry Potter, would like to put in an order for the Firebolt Racing Broom."
Yes that sounds better than before. Even the cat seems to approve. It's nodding it's head at me.

"The money for the broom is to be taken out of vault seven hundred and eleven, in the Diagon Alley branch of Gringotts bank. Please show the attached letter to the goblins."
Yes, this is sounding better all the time. Moony and Prongs would be proud of me.

"I would like the broom delivered for Christmas morning, as it is a gift to myself. My last broom was lost in a freak Quidditch accident.
Yours truly,
Harry Potter
Third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gryffindor House"

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Gee, that sounds better than I expected it too. I wonder what the cat thinks. Then again, I wonder if the cat knows it's me. It seems to, but I've only ever been a dog around it. It's strange you know, this cat doesn't seem to be surprised by anything dealing with me.

I think approves of my wording though, I mean it was nodding it's head earlier.

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So, let's get this down on paper.

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To Whom it May Concern,

I, Harry Potter, would like to put an order in for the Firebolt Racing Broom. The money for the broom is to be taken out of vault seven hundred and eleven, in Diagon Alley Branch of Gringotts Bank. Please show the attached letter to the Goblins at said bank.

I would like the broom to be delivered for Christmas morning as it is a gift to myself. My previous broom, a Nimbus Two Thousand racing broom, was lost in a freak Quidditch accident. I would like to replace it as soon as possible.Yours truly,
Harry Potter
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Third year, Gryffindor House

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It seems shorter written down then I thought it would be. However, my penmanship isn't that bad for someone who hasn't written anything in twelve years.

Now all I have to do is write that letter to goblins at Gringotts. I already know what I'm going to write. It seems weird using Harry's name instead of my own, but your do what you have to do. I am really glad the cat brought three pieces of parchment, I'm going to have use all three today.

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I, Harry Potter, give the representative of the makers of the Firebolt Racing Broom, to remove from my account, seven hundred and eleven, the amount owing for services rendered.Harry Potter
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Third year, Gryffindor House

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Perfect, now all I have to do is fold these together, and then write the last letter to the Post Office, and have them send the letter out on one of their faster owls COD. That will fall under services rendered I assume.

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There, now all I have to do is...

Bloody hell, that ruddy cat nearly took my fingers off grabbing that letter. And there it goes standing at the door. I swear this cat knows this house almost as good as I do. But how?