The Scare
Horry Pattor woke up crying. He stopped crying (sniffling every so often) and released the death grip he had on his ratty old teddy bear long enough to clean his sheets- it had been a very very scary dream after all. Then he tried to remember what had scared him so badly.
"Fluffy bunnies…fluffy bunnies," he whimpered, clutching his teddy closer to him. "Oh, and Voldemortimer," he added after a minute. He debated about whether to write to his friends and tell them about the fluffy bunnies (and Voldemortimer) or not. He decided that they were a pair of losers, and that writing to them was a stupid idea. Then he had an idea. One that was less stupid than writing to his loser friends.
"SERIOUSLY BLACK!" he yelled loudly, waking the entire neighbourhood and getting arrested for disturbing the peace. He then began to write his letter.
Dear Seriously,
Things are boring as usual here. I wish I could go back to school, or at least to Ron's house, so the plot for the story can begin. Dudley is still fat. It's funny.
The strangest thing happened this morning. I had a nightmare about fluffy bunnies…it was really scary. Oh, and my scar hurt. And I had a dream about Voldemortimer. But that's not important. The bunnies were after me. I'll send this with Owl. Say hi to Buckteeth and tell him I hope the braces fix his overbite.
From Horry.
Yes, thought Horry, that does look like a letter. He scrunched the parchment up and threw it on the floor, then walked downstairs for breakfast, because it was suddenly morning.