Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling…although I wouldn't mind if I was. Nothing is mine but the plot and any unknown characters. Thanks again to RossWrock for allowing me to use his ideas.
Chapter 2: Letters
The next morning Harry woke up to his aunt's shrill voice.
"Wake up Boy, and cook breakfast," she said. "Those freaks of yours better know that you're being treated properly."
"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry replied. "I'm going out today, if they wonder where I am, can you tell them I went shopping at the grocery store? I don't want them to know what I'm doing."
Aunt Petunia's face lit up at the fact that she wouldn't have to deal with her nephew and he didn't want contact with the Order. She may not have liked Harry, but she sure hated those 'freaks' more.
"I will," she replied, "but not for you…I don't want them to come barging in here asking where you are."
"Thank you," Harry said.
He handed his aunt her breakfast and ran up to his room to get ready. When he got into his room, there were two owls sitting on his bed and one he recognized as Pig, his best friend Ron's owl, flying around. Of the two on the bed, one he recognized as his own snowy owl, Hedwig. 'The other one he didn't recognize. He opened the letter that Hedwig brought. It was form Hermione.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I know you'll probably say fine, but you're not. You need to talk to someone Harry.
'Who is she to tell me how I feel,' he thought, a little annoyed.
You really need to talk to someone. Don't bottle inside of yourself. It's not your fault that Sirius died. Don't blame yourself. I'm at Headquarters with Ron. We can't tell you a whole lot in a letter because it's not safe. Dumbledore still won't tell us when we can get you out. Hope you're having a good summer. Don't get into trouble.
Your friend,
Hermione
Harry was not pleased.
'Holding information from me again…and who does she think she is, telling me what to do!' he fumed. He opened Ron's letter next.
Harry,
Hey mate. How've you been? I can't say much except that Hermione is here. Dumbledore won't let us take you away from those muggles yet. Don't get into too much trouble.
Ron
P.S. Ginny's been locked in her room lately and talking about a boy she's corresponding with. She won't tell me who she is writing to, but I think it's Dean. I think I'll hurt him at the beginning of term. What do you think?
Harry laughed at Ron's last line. It actually hadn't been Dean who she had been writing too, but Harry. She had an idea of what it felt like to be Harry Potter and therefore understood him better than most. He sent a quick reply to Ron and Hermione.
Ron and Hermione,
I'm fine…and not getting into trouble. How've you both been? Don't' worry about me. I think I might be staying here all summer.
Harry
P.S. Ron, leave your sister and Dean alone. Stay out of her love life. I'm suer she can take care of herself…and frankly, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of one of her bat bogey hexes if I were you.
He tied it to Pig's leg and sent him off. He opened the second that pig had carried. I was form Ginny.
Harry,
How are you? I know how aggravating Hermione might be, so I won't say anything about that. Io just want to let you know that if you need to talk, I'm here to listen. I think I might understand a little bit of how you feel. My first year was unbearable.
Love,
Ginny
Harry, instead of feeling angry, was happy to talk to Ginny. She had been relieving his pains for the summer so far. He replied to Ginny with a much longer letter than the one to Ron and Hermione.
Hey Ginny,
I wan to thank you for your offer. Hermione's questioning is unbearable. I'm alright, just coming to terms with Sirius' death. It's hard though. I only just met him two years ago and he was like a brother to me; a little wild, but fun none the less. I'd like to get to know you better and thank you for going to the ministry with me. It really showed me what loyal friends are for. Hope to talk to you soon.
Love,
Harry
He took the letter over to Hedwig to see if she was up for the flight.
"Here girl," he said. "It's important that his goes to nobody, but Ginny. Can you do that for me?"
Hedwig nipped him in reply and flew off into the sky with the letter tied to her leg.
He then opened the letter form the mysterious owl. It was form Remus.
Harry,
How are you? I know it's hard with him gone, but I want to talk to you. I know we don't' know each other very well, but I'd like to get to know you better. Sirius appointed me your guardian in his will. Speaking of which, Dumbledore wont' let you come to the public reading. He thinks it's too dangerous, but I don't' agree with him. I believe you should be able to hear it and what Sirius left for you. I decided that I'd take you to a private reading on July ninth so that Dumbledore won't have to know. I can pick you up around 9:00 am. Just don't tell anybody. We can go to Gringotts and then spend the rest of the afternoon together. Hope to see you soon.
Remus
'Well,' Harry thought, 'at least I know he's on my side. Honestly, Dumbledore is going down. July 9th…that's in a week. Okay, I'll be ready.'
He wrote his reply to Remus and left it on his desk for when Hedwig returned. He put a baseball cap on his head and pulled it low so that nobody would recognize him. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and wand and left the house to head to Diagon Alley