Yes…I know. It's been a while, hasn't it? But there's really nothing you can do about it, so what more is there to say?

(A/N: I'm not telling who Harry was sending the letter to. You're finding out now anyways. I was making it up as I went along, but I got to that part and an idea just went BING, right in my head. Bow down to my genius…)

And now on with the show!

Chapter 23

Letter Bombs

Elizabeth sat in the living room, watching television and munching on her unappetizing dinner, consisting of a turkey sandwich and a glass of milk. This was how her life is without the perky, little girl to add warmth and sunshine to it. It was worse than rain and clouds…it was nothingness.

Elizabeth was knocked out of her self-deprecating thoughts by a terrible commotion in the kitchen. Throwing down her half-eaten sandwich, she bolted to the noise. When she saw what had caused it, she had to laugh.

There, trapped in the window frame, were two owls; both struggling to be the first to deliver its letter, but neither getting very far. Elizabeth walked carefully over to the birds, took one gently in her arms and tugged. The owl came free with a flurry of feathers as both birds fluttered about the kitchen before settling on the table, their legs stuck out, folded letters dangling from each.

She stared at the owls. Why two? One was probably from Jenna, but no one else would ever send her mail by owl. In her confusion, Elizabeth forgot about the actual owls holding the letters and only remember after one hooted impatiently. Elizabeth hastily untied both letters and was waiting till both had left the kitchen before reading them, but they stayed. Apparently they wanted answers.

The first one was from Jenna. It was asking if she could go to some sort of game with her red-headed friends. Elizabeth sat in silence for a while. Was this a good idea? She really didn't want Jenna hanging around with them. The Weasley's knew too much. But Jenna was so furious at her for not being able to go to the wedding. This might make up for it. It was only a few members of the family and only for a day of two. They'd be too busy with the game to ever talk about such a far-fetched topic as Jenna's parentage.

Elizabeth sighed, her mind finally made up. She grabbed a pen from nearby and quickly scrawled a note on the back of the letter saying that she could go. She tied it to the nearest owl and watched it fly out of sight. The other owl was walking along the counter eating bits of crumb that Elizabeth had neglected to clean up.

She ignored this and instead turned her attention to the second letter, wondering who it could be from. She recognized the writing. She just couldn't remember where. Then it suddenly occurred to her where she had seen it before. Elizabeth ripped open the envelope and read with a fevered curiosity.

Lizzie,

Are you surprised to hear from me? It's been a while, hasn't it? You'd thing there wouldn't be much to talk about after all that I've put you through, and for eleven years I would have agreed with that. But I was talking to Hermione – Ron's wife, from the wedding – and she had something to say that had me thinking. The only way I can know if what Hermione had said was true is if I asked you. If she was right, then I know you know what I'm talking about. If not, then I'm just confusing you and for that, I'm truly sorry. It's hard to articulate something of this magnitude. It took me a few days just to fully reach an understanding of what was going on in my life, let alone someone else's. I'm probably just confusing you again. I'll get to the point. Do I have a child with you? It may seem blunt, but it's the only way I can think to word it. If we do, in fact, have a kid, then why did you never tell me? Why did it take eleven years for the fact to finally get to me? Not through you, not through our child, but through my friend. I feel…betrayed.

Please write back soon with your answer. I need to know.

Always Yours,

Harry

Tears splashed onto the letter. He knew. It was out in the open and Elizabeth couldn't hide it anymore. She felt so upset, so lost, so…free? It was an odd feeling at such a time, but it was true. For the first time in over eleven years, Elizabeth Meyers felt free. A heavy weight had been lifted off her shoulders that she had never known existed. The only thing haunting her now was what to write back. Just tell everything? Ignore it? No…she couldn't do either. She couldn't think right now. Her mind was clouded; the flat too small. She needed to get out. She set the letter on the table, grabbed her frayed coat and headed out into the dark night, illuminated by the city lights of London.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"What does it say?" Rhea asked enthusiastically.

Jenna finally looked up from the letter her mother had sent her, a neutral expression masking her face. As her eyes met with Rhea's, they glowed bright with happiness.

"She said 'yes'! She actually said 'yes'!" Jenna cried in disbelief. It had worked. The Plan had actually worked. Jenna was going to the wedding! Rhea and Jenna began a very immature song and dance in the middle of the Gryffindor Common room, causing many older students to roll their eyes and shout at them.

Addy was giving them evil glares from behind her large volume of It's Just Like Magic:Self-Learning Spells for the Sassy Sorcerer by Genadius Sugarbreeze. Both girls chose to ignore her and continue with their dance of glee. After a few more moments of this, Addy closed the book with a loud thud and stormed up to the dormitory, muttering something along the lines of "Immature…going to get us in trouble…little git."