A/N: After seeing the response for the other two, I was asked to post this one as well. I am sure he hopes to garner popular support through the internet.
Joanne,
How could you do this? What, in the name of Merlin, possessed you? I mean, I know we have had our disagreements before, but come on! Is this about the poker game? If it is, I'll give you the ten quid I owe you, I promise, just reconsider!
Think of Harry. I know you have a soft spot in your heart for him, and he's now going through hell because of some petty grudge you're obviously holding against me. The kid has already lost his entire family, lived with Muggles his entire life (and rather rotten ones at that), realized the entire fate of the world rests on his shoulders, and NOW you kill me? Bit harsh if you ask me.
Think of your fans! I've seen thousands of fan fiction writings where I have miraculously come back from the dead to help save the day at the end. I think they have a good point there. . . how could my being there hurt anything? Who knows, I might even HELP end the war! If they can do it, I can't see why you can't as well.
Yes, I know you have said time and time again how you have the whole saga planned out in your head, but I still think it wouldn't take that much rewriting to bring me back through that blasted veil. You redid the entirety of Goblet of Fire and took out that Weasley cousin, Mafalda (which you know she's still rather miffed about. Can't say as I blame her, now I know how she feels), so I don't see how this would be much different.
That Lovegood girl could hear voices on the other side, so I think you secretly WANT me back in the story, but are too stubborn to admit it. You always were harder to convince of something than a three headed runespoor.
Anyway, whatever it is I did to upset you, I am sorry. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. We have known each other far too long to let something like my death come between us, but I feel rather lost. Please contact me shortly (I suppose either by owl or Medium, depending on how funny you're trying to be) so we can sit and talk in person.
Well, sort of in person. Damnation. You know what I mean, just get in touch with me soon.
Yours,
Sirius
PS Ask Remus to take the tenner out of the safe in my room. He knows where it is.
PPS Give Harry a hug for me and tell him I'll see him soon.
PPPS On second thought, don't tell Harry I'll see him. He might take that the wrong way.
Joanne,
How could you do this? What, in the name of Merlin, possessed you? I mean, I know we have had our disagreements before, but come on! Is this about the poker game? If it is, I'll give you the ten quid I owe you, I promise, just reconsider!
Think of Harry. I know you have a soft spot in your heart for him, and he's now going through hell because of some petty grudge you're obviously holding against me. The kid has already lost his entire family, lived with Muggles his entire life (and rather rotten ones at that), realized the entire fate of the world rests on his shoulders, and NOW you kill me? Bit harsh if you ask me.
Think of your fans! I've seen thousands of fan fiction writings where I have miraculously come back from the dead to help save the day at the end. I think they have a good point there. . . how could my being there hurt anything? Who knows, I might even HELP end the war! If they can do it, I can't see why you can't as well.
Yes, I know you have said time and time again how you have the whole saga planned out in your head, but I still think it wouldn't take that much rewriting to bring me back through that blasted veil. You redid the entirety of Goblet of Fire and took out that Weasley cousin, Mafalda (which you know she's still rather miffed about. Can't say as I blame her, now I know how she feels), so I don't see how this would be much different.
That Lovegood girl could hear voices on the other side, so I think you secretly WANT me back in the story, but are too stubborn to admit it. You always were harder to convince of something than a three headed runespoor.
Anyway, whatever it is I did to upset you, I am sorry. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. We have known each other far too long to let something like my death come between us, but I feel rather lost. Please contact me shortly (I suppose either by owl or Medium, depending on how funny you're trying to be) so we can sit and talk in person.
Well, sort of in person. Damnation. You know what I mean, just get in touch with me soon.
Yours,
Sirius
PS Ask Remus to take the tenner out of the safe in my room. He knows where it is.
PPS Give Harry a hug for me and tell him I'll see him soon.
PPPS On second thought, don't tell Harry I'll see him. He might take that the wrong way.