Letters from Home
Chapter Two: Dear Son, Part the First
Dear Ron and Harry,
I miss you both beyond what words can say. I hope that this letter finds you both in good conditions. Don't eat the fudge in one sitting, now, that would make you sick.
Ron, Hermione is doing…alright, I suppose. Diane misses you more than any of us combined. It's amazing how much emotion a 3 year old can have. Kat's doing marvelous in school; she's in the top of her class. It is a bit obvious who she got that trait from.
Harry, Ginny and Hanna are doing fantastic. Hanna painted a picture of you the other day. It showed you (with hair more like a mop than anything) in a business suit, and above the picture it said, "Come home, Daddy so you can be like this guy." It was funny, but sad as well.
Come home soon, both of you. I miss you so much, even with the trouble you used to get in to.
Love,
Mum Weasley
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Dear Neville,
How are things over there? I miss you terribly, Neville, even with all your clumsiness. Things are going alright here. Luna is about the size of a quaffle now and they know that it's going to be a girl. I'm going to be a great-grandmother!
I suppose you're wondering why I haven't mentioned your parents yet. Neville, see…they've gotten worse. The healers say they may never return to what they were before the attack on St. Mungo's. I am so sorry.
I love you, Neville, and I'm very proud of you.
Yours,
Gram
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Dear Blaise,
Are you doing alright over there, dear? I miss you so very much, Blaise.
In case I don't get to tell you this, I need you to know something: I and your father are muggles, and we may not understand that a snitch is a ball, not a tattle-tale, and that Alohamora opens doors, but we do realize that it took guts to do what you did. From what I've gathered from the other parents, Malfoys are not to be crossed. Blaise, your decision may have saved us, and you, from total destruction. The Death Eaters would have found about your father and I, then they would kill all of us. Thank you for your sacrifice, Blaise.
Susan is doing wonderful, along with little Jack. He looks just like you, Blaise, except for Susan's hair. He said his first word yesterday: goo-gaa-ee-mooh. Susan and I agree that it means, "I love you and miss you, Daddy, so come home soon."
I love you,
Mother
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