Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I'm just using them in my own twisted way. The belong to the enchantress of literature, J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot and idea.

A/N: The poem in the last chapter was meant to be bad.

Letter 3: Harry to Ron.

Ron,

The muggles almost didn't let me send you this. OK, they didn't. If they find out I'll be hungry for a week, but who cares?

WHY is Ginny writing poetry about me?

Either way. I got a letter from Sirius a few days ago. He just wanted to see how I'm doing. He sends you greetings.

Dudly tried to pound me last week. Actually he did. Ok, I lied. He only hit me twice, but I've got a black eye to show for it. (

Fred broke a window in a muggle shop? And just walked away? Do you think that your mom will find out?

Pig seemed a little tired when he got here, so I'm going to send this with Hedwig tomorrow, so Pig can rest a bit.

Thanks for keeping in tuch.

I can't wait until September!

Fondly, Harrry