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Guest: As I have said before, I have no plans to change canon significantly in this fic. I realize that in some ways it would be realistic for some changes to happen, but the reason I started writing this story is because I wanted to see how Harry's parents would react to all the danger their son is constantly in. There are many, many fanfictions where Lily and James survive or come back which change canon, and many of them are very good, but I wanted to do something different. If you are not enjoying this story, you might like one of them better.

Dear Mum and Dad,

Our first quidditch match was yesterday. Gryffindor won, skill over speed!

However, we had barely started playing when I was attacked by a bludger. Then when George had hit it, it changed direction in mid-air and went after me again. It was like this the whole game. Fred and George spent all their time following me, trying to keep the bludger from murdering me (their words, not mine). Meanwhile, Slytherins brooms were doing their jobs, and it was sixty to zero when Wood called timeout.

It was ridiculous. There was no way I could catch the snitch with the twins following me so closely. So, I persuaded Oliver to get them to let me deal with the bludger on my own. I spent the rest of the game fleeing from the crazy bludger, until I noticed the snitch hovering right over Malfoy's ear. Except I stayed still too long, and the bludger smashed into my arm, breaking it. But I managed to catch the snitch before I hit the ground and passed out.

This shouldn't have been a big deal, Madam Pomfrey can mend bones in a second, but Lockhart was there when I woke up, still on the quidditch pitch. He decided to try and mend my arm, and I tried to refuse, but he did it any way and instead of fixing it, he removed all the bones in it.

Madam Pomfrey was furious. She had me drink a bottle of Skele-Gro and stay the night. It was one of the most painful things I've ever gone through. Ron, Hermione, and I thought it might be Malfoy who fixed the bludger, but we were wrong. I woke up in the middle of night to find Dobby sponging my forehead.

It was Dobby who blocked the barrier at platform nine and three quarters, and he was the one who bewitched the bludger. He says he's trying to save my life, and that he only wanted me hurt enough to be sent home. Ron said that if he doesn't stop trying to save my life, he's going to kill me.

He let slip one bit of information before he left. He said the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before, and history is repeating itself.

I couldn't get more information from him because we heard footsteps, and he left. It was Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Colin Creevey had been petrified. They hoped he'd managed to take a picture of his attacker, but the film was all melted. Dumbledore confirmed that the chamber has been opened again. McGonagall wondered who, but Dumbledore wondered how. I'm still not sure what that means.

Don't worry about me, I'm fine. My arm feels completely normal today.

Love,

Harry

Dear Harry,

THAT IDIOT! What was Dumbledore thinking hiring an imbecile like that?!

Lily, calm down. So, Dobby stopped you from getting on the train and broke your arm? Clearly, he knows something of what is going on. Maybe he works for the family of whoever is opening the chamber. If the monster is attacking muggle-borns, the heir is probably pureblood.

But I don't think it could be the Malfoy's. Lucius was only a couple of years ahead of us, and we know it was before our time. But if Dumbledore remembers the first opening, it had to have been while he was at Hogwarts.

That hardly narrows it down. Dumbledore's always been at Hogwarts.

Yup. He's been there since it was founded over a thousand years ago.

You know what I mean.

It must have been kept quiet the last time; I've never heard of it. I'm sorry about Colin.

Dobby's methods may leave much to be desired, but he is right about one thing; dark times are ahead for Hogwarts.

Be careful, Harry,

Love,

Mum and Dad

Mum and Dad,

I'm a Parselmouth. During the dueling club I told you about, I was paired with Malfoy, and he conjured a snake. Lockhart tried to get rid of it, but only made it angry, and it went after Justin Finch-Fletchley, a Hufflepuff I'd met earlier this year. I just told the snake to leave him alone, at least I thought I did. I didn't think for a second that it to work. But the snake backed off, and then Justin stormed off, and everyone was staring, and then Ron and Hermione were steering me out of the hall.

They say that talking to snakes is what Salazar Slytherin was famous for, and now the whole school will think I'm his great-great-great-great grandson or something.

Harry

Harry,

I don't know why you can speak Parselmouth. It's generally a hereditary talent, but I can't think of anyone in my family with that ability. It is usually a talent associated with the dark arts, but practicing the dark arts is a choice. Parselmouth is an ability.

As for being related to Slytherin, I have no idea. I've never heard of being related to him in anyway (our family has been in Gryffindor for generations), but he lived over a thousand years ago, and there is really no way to prove it.

Don't worry about it, Harry. Those who care don't matter, and those who matter don't care.

Dad