disclaimer: the universe is J.K. Rowling's - I'm just here to play in it.

letter in the fireplace

Dear Mum and Dad,

I hope you aren't mad I haven't written you till now. I'm sort of crap at letters you know, we did a course on them once in Stonehedge but I never got the hang of it really. I reckon Hermione would probably know all about it, how to say hello and proper paragraphs and things but I don't think I'll ask her, I think this is just me, is that all right? I'm not really good with spelling but I could try if you like. But I don't think you'll mind.

It's summer now and I'm back with the Dursleys. It's not as bad as it used to be except for Uncle Vernon, I guess. I don't know why you let Aunt Petunia marry him Mum, but I guess you didn't get on really well with her either. She talks to Uncle Vernon, about you and Dad and things, and sometimes I'm in the room, and it would be nicer if I couldn't hear. But Ginny got me a Quidditch book and I think of that instead, and the Snitch and flying and wouldn't it be brilliant if we could go flying some time, Dad. So I get by okay.

Tell Sirius I miss him.

love
Harry.