Author note: I probably should mention that in this story Dawn is 7 years younger than Buffy, why well just because. No real reason. Hope you like this chapter. Sorry about the shortness
Dear Harry,
America is so different from what I remember. I guess because I was living in England since I was 7 it is bound to give me a different perspective right? The kids here look at me funny because I have this strange accent. I keep expecting them to start teasing me or something like we see in those American TV shows and the movies. I mean people with different accents get picked on right? Me with an accent is kind of funny isn't it. Guess you kind of grew on me huh? Dawn is ok though she just started school and all the kids get on great with her. I made a couple of friends, but next year I go to junior high so it doesn't really mean anything. Junior High sounds scary. So how's everything. I hope you are doing ok with you aunt and uncle, and big D. You better write back soon or else I might go stir crazy staring at the mail box.
I …. I miss you.
Love Buffy
Dear Harry,
It's been weeks and no letter so I figured my letter must have got lost in the mail or something. Things are getting better here. Dawn seems to have picked up on the accent pretty quick. Weird that. I only have the slight one but it seems to be fading quick. I miss being able to see you everyday and talk about school and how horrible big D is. I saw this cool movie the other day which I thought you would love but unless you write back I ain't going to tell you its name. I know if you're reading this you are probably asking me that question and the answer is no it hasn't. Things are just like it was there, mom and dad are fighting and bickering and me and Dawn are putting pillows over our heads. I hate it, it grates me ya know? If you don't write me back in the next month I am so ringing you mister.
Miss you
Love Buffy.
Dear Harry,
Where are you? What is happening? I rang your house for the first time weeks ago and you aunt picked up and told me you weren't able to talk to me. Why not? I miss you so much and you're not even writing to me. I am starting to feel like I am talking to myself here. I really need to talk to you like massively. Something happened and I need you. I'm 13 today Harry, did you know that? Do you even remember me? I called you a hundred times and not once did you talk to me. Your aunt kept telling me you didn't want to talk to me. Don't you like me anymore? You'll be 10 soon; does that mean you're too old to have a girl as a best friend? I really wish you would talk to me; things are happening here that I don't understand. I really wish I could write to what happened but you wouldn't believe me. Mom and dad thought I was crazy when I told them and they put me in this institute for a couple of weeks until I stopped talking about it. I'm not crazy though because if I had been, you know what never mind. I need you Harry. You're my best friend.
Miss you
Buffy.