Letters to Anonymous
Dear Harry,
…No reason. He says, blushing slightly.
Yes, there are only a couple more days until we have to get back on that train now. Five more days… I can't believe it. I'm starting to worry now… my mother doesn't talk to me and her hair is lank and there is no shine to it. It looks more white than blonde and I fear for her health… she doesn't eat very much of what I make for her, for she cannot find the energy or motivation to find herself something to eat… please tell me what to do Harry. I know it might not come easily to find the words of advice I need from you, for you don't have a mother, but please could you try? I really couldn't live if I lost another parent…
I personally don't care who you live with.
… I admit. I was trying to get something out of you. But perhaps we should talk more about that at school, hmm? Letters underneath desks during potions or Defence Against the Dark Arts would always be a good idea.
I don't really care that you're half blood. My hate wasn't from that. It was from the fact that you were in noble Gryffindor and everyone paid a lot more attention to you than me.
Gosh, this letter is long. For me to have written it, anyway.
Draco