Letters To and From a Stranger
By: g0ldensnidget, a.k.a. Snitch.
Author's note: well, whatddaya know; I'm back on the horse that ditched me. Yeah, I've been depressed for the past while – with school and homework and exams and whatnot, I've had no time to write, and I've hardly had any ideas. But whatever. I've decided that Writer's Block is not going to stop me from writing – I can always blab and blab, and you'll still love me, no? ^_^
Anyway, really sorry for the delay; here's letter 19.
(Letter XIX)
Dear Rose, 1/28/97
Happy New Year, by the way. Yeah, it's been a while since I wrote, I know. But I'm sure you've also had plenty on your mind – what with school for the both of us, we seem to have drifted apart slightly...
Enough of that, then. Once a month, we promised. So, I'll get you posted on what's going on here. It's freezing, as I stated in my last letter. It's gotten even colder since then, and of course Potions and Care of Magical Creatures is hell. Though I think Hell would be a bit warmer than either of those two classes. I'm pretty much ok – if you can call preparing for exams and quizzes every other day and handing in essays each class 'ok'. Hermione's ahead of schedule and panicking, of course, but that's just Hermione. Ron's not quite the slacker he was anymore... I think dating Hermione's gotten to him. He's actually doing his own homework instead of copying it from her – I stopped in 4th year, but Ron's just hopeless – and his grades've gotten better.
I myself am doing fine; Ginny's what's keeping me sane, mostly. We're still dating, yes, and we also sit together during lunch. The news spread though the school like wildfire since our first date in Hogsmead, and we're an 'icon' now... it's amazing, really. Ron and Hermione've also become quite an attraction – I actually saw a group of girls pouting as he walked by with Hermione... Seems he's wanted now he's taken. Girls... go figure.
So, are you ok? How's the New Year treating you? Had any interesting parties? Is anything new? I'm dying for any news from the outside world, anything that doesn't have to do with either snow or Voldemort. I don't suppose it snows in Israel, does it? You know, even though you described yourself to me, I still really don't know what you really look like. Could you perhaps send me a photo? Any old picture would do, if it's recent enough. I don't want to feel I'm writing to a 6-year-old girl. I want to see the present you. D'you want me to send you a photo of myself? I've got a really good one of me with Ginny and Ron and Hermione. I'll put it in the envelope.
I feel like I've been ranting and ranting here... (Author's Note: I really do!!) but I suppose there's just not much to tell. Life's gotten quite... boring, is the only word I have to describe it. It's gotten very dull. But there is one thing that's keeping the whole damned school entertained... QUIDDITCH! If there's one thing in the world of Hogwarts that I love more than anything else, it's Quidditch. I just love the feeling of freedom that I get each time I'm on a broom, up in the air... last year, when Umbridge confiscated my broom and I couldn't play... that was a nightmare. I really think it's one of the worst feelings I've ever had in my life.
Except for one... Sirius. I can't ever miss him enough. He's just so... gone. It's breaking my heart now as I write to you about him, but I think I really need to ... to get it out. Talk to somebody. You're probably the best one. I mean, Ron and Hermione are really the greatest friends anybody could wish for, and Ginny's great, and – am I really saying this? – even Draco Malfoy seems less horrid that usual. But that's not Sirius. Sirius was like a parent. He was the one adult in my life I felt I could really trust. Not that Remus' not ok or Dumbledore, but they're not the same...
Now that I think of it, Remus is the last of the Marauders. I need to catch a few hours with him. I want to know everything about Sirius and my dad. I've got the album from Hagrid from 1st year, and Remus gave me a few pictures he found... most of him with my dad and Sirius. I've added them to the book. Now every time I feel lonely, I take it out and look at my favorite picture... it's one of my mum and dad, arm in arm, with Sirius and Remus chasing each other around in the background. I think it was taken at Christmas, in the Gryffindor common room – I recognize the fireplace and the couch my parents are sitting on.
Back to Quidditch. We've organized a new team: Katie is the captain, and we've got new beaters, and Ron's still Keeper, and Ginny's doing Chaser. And of course I'm still Seeker. It's just the greatest feeling when I'm on my broom, I ... I can't even explain it... It's like you're controlling even your own fate, in those moments that you're in the air. Like I've got complete control over anything in my life, like all the problems go away. Snape will have to wait another day for his Potions essay, and Transfiguration homework will wait till tomorrow. Time stands still, while I'm in the air.
So, write back soon – I hope you haven't got a workload as heavy as mine, so that you could actually write-
Harry.
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Author's Note: I'm not going to bother with personal reviews-response, cause all I have to say to anyone who reviewed last time is:
I'M SORRY!!!
So, tell me if I should continue the story – again. Love y'all-
-Snitch.