A/N well her it is, the long awaited 6th Chapter! Thanx to all the people who took time away from there busy lives to be reviewers. Enjoy!
Dear You,
Now, I should be terribly angry at you for writing such a short letter and shouldn't be writing back at all. Luckily for you, I a) Don't want to lose credit on this project (A/N Lily keeps mentioning this but she's kinda obsessive over school-work) b) My mom (or mum) just told me the greatest news. My parents are repainting my room! My favorite color is magenta so of course I wanted that. So that's what I told my mom (or mum). She said "We'll paint your room magenta when it snows in June. How about lavender?". So I agreed, but that phrase 'snowing in June' stuck with me and when I got back to my room, I thought about it. I love snow. One of my first memories is of me and my sister and my parents having a snowball fight in our yard. Do you like snow?
I started thinking about orphans. I feel bad for them, especially the ones who were orphaned too young to remember there parents. They'll never have a chance to go out with their mom (or mum) and make their first snowman/ woman/ animal. They'll never be able to go and make snow-angels with their family in the moonlight. I think it's horrible, not to ever remember your parents. Not to hear them call you to breakfast in the morning, not to be able to hug them when you go to school and when you come home again. Not knowing if your father had a special way of picking you up and hugging you when he came home from work. Not knowing if your parents danced to old blues song. I know mine do.
Thinking about orphans led me to think about Voldemort. He's more evil than most people think. He not only steals family for no reason at all. He not only steals life which is our most precious gift. He steals childhoods and the privilege of dying peacefully in your sleep. He also steals memories such as these. He steals things that can never be replaced. He steals joy, wonder, tranquility, happiness and for no gain but his own. I don't ever want that to happen to me, of course, but if I ever meet him face to face, I want to destroy him, to rid the world of evil being such as him. I'll never be able to of course, but I can dream of a world for my children where they can run freely through the streets without the threat of a madman coming to get them at any minute hanging over their heads. That's the world I want to bring my kids into.
Contemplatively Yours,
Me
So, how was it? I was feeling thoughtful when I wrote it. Was it everything you imagined? I hope so. Remember, review or I'll sic my evil hair-eating rabbits on you.