Dear Dad and Papa,
I met up with Ron and Hermione on the train. I finally remember why that girl (Hermione) in the ice cream parlor looked so familiar. I had met her before, in an ice cream parlor oddly enough. It was when I was five and we'd just gone shopping. I said hello to her, her parents made a nice remark about my teeth. Is any of this ringing a bell? Anyway, I just thought it was one of those "it's a small world" type of moments. I miss you both a lot though Hogwarts is great! I just finished classes for the day and they were all very interesting. I especially liked Defense Against the Dark Arts, the professors a bit off though. I got into the best house (according to Ron). It was the house (dormitory) that both of my biological parents were in. Anyway, I'll take care of myself and I miss you both a ton!
Your loving son,
Harry

Harry finished the letter and set his quill down. Did he miss home? The thought scared him a little bit. His parents were the nicest people in the universe but did he really miss them? Somehow, being here was like being in a whole different world, totally departed from the one in which he'd lived for so long. He dismissed the thought and folded the letter solemnly, he didn't have time to think of that right now. He and Ron walked up to the owlry and mailed the letter along with one from Ron to his parents.

Harrison and Tom received the letter the next morning and opened it eagerly. "It sounds like he's having fun," Tom said tearfully.

"Yeah, we knew we were going to have to let go one of these days," Harrison rubbed Tom's back apologetically.

"I know but I never imagined it would be this soon! I mean, one minute I'm holding him in my arms for the very first time and the next, he's writing letters from school."

"He said he missed us, that's something."

"Harrison, honestly, a mother knows!"

"You're not a mother Tom."

"It doesn't matter, I can completely read through this sarcasm. He doesn't love us anymore and he's never coming back."

"That's not true, Harry will be coming back at Christmas. I think that you're just a little bit melodramatic right now."

"Harrison, I want to adopt another child. I need another baby."

"Fine, I think that's a great idea. Let's write Harry and see what he thinks about it."

Dear Harry,
We're your parents, if you remember us (don't listen Harry, Papa's just a little crazy right now). Anyway, we're glad you're having a nice time at school and miss you a bundle. In fact, we miss you so much that we need to adopt another child (we're just thinking about it, nothing's final). Write us back and tell us what you think.
Your loving parents,
Papa and Daddy

Harry reread the letter a bunch of times. He was going to have a sibling? That was stellar, he wished he'd gone off to school before this. He'd always wanted a sibling. He showed the letter to Ron.

"Your Papa is a little crazy," was all he said.

"Yeah, but what do you think, you know, about the sibling thing?"

"I think you're bloody mad for wanting one."

"Why?"

"Because, I have 6 siblings and it's a load of bullocks. They're loud, your parents blame you for the stuff they do, the list just goes on and on and on."

"Yeah well I'm not going to have 6 am I? No, they're just talking about 1."

"Let me tell you a little story Harry. There was once this couple, Molly and Arthur. They had just gotten married. Arthur had a job in the Ministry, Molly worked as an Auror, they wanted 2 children, a boy, William, and a girl, Virginia. They would call them Bill and Ginny. Molly planned to stay home until Bill was 3, go back to work for 2 years then have Ginny and stay home till she was 5. It started well, they had Bill but a year later they had Charlie, then 2 years later, Percy and 2 years after that, Fred and George, and low and behold, 3 years later, Ron came along and a year after Ron, finally, the Ginny they'd all been waiting for." Ron finished with a dejected look on his face. "They just keep on going and going and going till the house is full, the money's not and my mum's wits are nonexistent."

"I don't think that that will happen. After all, my parents can't just have a baby, they have to go through this really long process."

"Fine Harry but when you're at your wits end with 5 little buggers clawing on your arm don't say I didn't warn you." Harry laughed and started the letter. It had been 3 days since the letter he sent home. Apparently the owl got a little lost on its way back.

Dear Dad and Papa,
I think it's a stellar idea! I've always wanted a brother or sister (my preference is a girl). My friend Ron, however, says it's a bad idea. He has 6 siblings, 5 brothers and a sister. He says you won't be able to stop once you get started. When will you be able to get the kid? Do you think I'd be able to see it by Christmas? Write back soon. Thing's are going great here. We've been hanging around with Hermione sometimes but Ron's getting a little annoyed. Anyway, bye bye!

Love,
Harry

"Harry thinks it's a great idea," Harrison said to Tom who was busy making breakfast. "He says he's partial to a girl though."

"So am I."

"I just think that we had so much luck with a boy. We don't know anything about girls!"

"Come on Harrison, we'll do fine. I want a little girl. We have a boy and he wants a sister so let's hold out for a girl."

"I think we should just try to get a kid without caring if it's a boy or a girl."

"Fine Harrison, whatever."

"He wants to know if he could see the baby by Christmas. What should I tell him?"

"Tell him we don't know but we'll try," Tom answered, going back to his cooking.

Dear Harry,
I'm glad you're happy about the idea. I'd like to meet your friend. Anyway, Tom agrees with you and wants a girl as well. I think we should just wait and see. Well, we'll try to get the child before Christmas but nothing's certain. Please take care of yourself and apply yourself to your studies. Write back quickly and tell us more about everything!
Love,
Your Parents

Harry unfolded the letter at breakfast the next morning and Ron read over his shoulder. "You honestly want a sister?"

"Yeah, I think it would be cool. You think a brother would be better?"

"At least they're not moody. Well, it looks like you're already in deep."

"Dad says he'd like to meet you."

"Oh really, well I hope you haven't been lying about me. I wouldn't want them to get their hopes up."

"Nope, just the truth. It's probably beating them up that they didn't meet you before I did. That's the way they are usually, they pick out everything-cloths, friends, books." Harry waited till that night to write another letter.

Dear Dad and Papa,
It's been another eventful day. My favorite class is still Defense but I really like Quidditch too. It's a wizarding sport and it's played on brooms! They've excepted me onto the house team. I'm the youngest player in a century! My biological father played on the house team too in his day. I'm the seeker. You see, there are four balls in Quidditch- the quaffed, two bludgers, and the snitch. The job of the seeker is to catch the snitch which is a tiny little ball with wings that flies around. There is a seeker on both team and the first one to catch it, in essence, wins the game. The bludgers are these big cannon like balls that try to unseat as many of the players as they can. There are two beaters on each team as well that use big clubs to hit the bludgers away from their team. Fred and George Weasley, Ron's brothers, are our beaters. The quaffle is kind of like a football and the three chasers on each team try to shoot the quaffle into the other teams hoop (there are three). The other player is the Keeper and he tries to hit the quaffle away from their hoop. Our Keeper is Oliver Wood who's also the captain. Professor Dumbledore said I'll have to get a decent broom. Professor McGonagall says she'll take care of it. Anyway, goodbye and good luck finding a sibling!

Love,
Harry

"He's gotten himself on some sports team!" Tom exclaimed, pouring over the letter. "Says he's the youngest player in century Harrison. Says his biological father." Tom faded off.

"Tom, he doesn't mean anything by it."

"That's garbage Harrison. He's immersed in these two people he has never known. I knew this was going to come up but not like this. He wishes that they were alive and that we weren't."

"Tom, we've been Harry's family for a very long time. He wouldn't dismiss us just like that."

"Yes he would, just read it." Tom thrust the letter under Harrison's nose.

"He only says that his biological father was also on the team. That doesn't mean anything Tom." Tom sighed.

"We're loosing him Harrison, we're loosing our little baby to his dead parents."

A/N- I know it's been a really long time since I updated but I hope you enjoyed this installment.