Planning
Summer 96
Two days later, Petunia received an answer to the letter she had sent ... It was from that woman, Mrs. Weasley. She had remembered how a family named Weasley had once come to take the boy to a World Cup game a couple years back and had addressed the letter simply. She was amazed that it had reached its destination.
The letter, written on the same kind of heavy paper as the letters under the floorboard, went:
"Dear Mrs. Dursley,
"No, we have not met in person, but I have heard so much about you from Harry.
"Yes, what you thought was true, but there was more to it. Sirius Black was killed a few weeks ago. Harry was there. Sirius had been his godfather and a great friend of his parents. They had only known each other a few years, but had gotten very close. Harry has been rather shaken up by it.
"I'm not sure what you mean by 'writing letters.' I shouldn't be worried, though. Different people have different ways of dealing with grief. He might be pretending he is alive, and this imagined correspondence would cushion the blow, so to speak, so that he will only have to deal with the pain when he is a bit more ready for it.
Molly Weasley"
Petunia folded it up and proceeded to burn the letter – it wouldn't do for Vernon to find out she'd been writing to those ... those Weasleys.
She kept thinking about the letter though. All through dinner. She was distracted all evening as well. Only when she got into bed did the pieces fall into place.
This Sirius Black, from Mrs. Weasley's and the boy's letters, sounded as if he were to Harry a mixture of father and brother. The cool, motorcycle- rider she had detested all those years ago. Someone who laughed at life, who found humor in everything, yet could be serious when necessary.
As she lay in bed that night, a plan formulated in her mind.
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AN: I know this one was short. The next one will be from Harry's POV and will be longer.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They are all JK Rowling's creations.