Chapter 3

Rachel loved to stand on her balcony. After a few moments of fresh air, she could think and breathe better. She liked to come and think out on the terrace. That's what she is doing now, actually.

I just got a letter from Harry. She thought, and he opened up to me! What do I say?

The letter read:

Dear Rachel,

I do not know much about you, so you must not know much about me. I hope Hermione sent you a picture, and if she did not send you one of me, please ask her to, as I don't have one.

Hermione did send Rachel a picture. No need to worry, thought Rachel as she re-read the letter. Harry's hot!

So I'm an orphan. My Mother and Father were Murdered by Voldemort, My god-father just died, and my aunt and Uncle hate me. So I'm pretty normal. Oh, and did I mention my fat ass cousin uses me as a punching bag? I try to keep him in line, but being about 12 times heavier than me, Dudley has the advantage.

You said I could tell you anything. I hope you meant it…

I miss Sirius! Why did he leave me? It's not fair! It's not! I am the least fortunate person in the world, and sometimes I wish I was dead. But I have to go on because it's my job to kill Voldemort… How come it's me who was chosen? Sometimes I don't feel as brave as people make me out to be.

Oh, and added onto all this important stuff is the fact that I still want to be normal and have friends and a girlfriend. It's hard, you know with all the press to find someone who looks beyond all the rubbish that's said about me.

What's a troubled wizard to do?

Write me with answers.

Harry

She sighed. Harry had a lot of things that needed answers… many she didn't know. You know, she thought, I really didn't want this much to deal with. I feel like Harry- Why me? As Rachel thought of this, a grin escaped her. I know how to connect- not that he's gonna like it.

Even though her way of answering Harry wouldn't be much appreciated, she thought it was the best(and only!) way to answer Harry's complaints.

Rachel took a deep breath, and walked back into her sunny little room, to write a long, consoling letter.