To Whom this may concern,
Before I tell you who I am and why I am writing this letter I feel that first I need to say that: I swear on my blood and magic that everything written in this letter is the truth as it is known by me. The enchantment on this parchment is powered by my blood. I read in one of my textbooks that blood as ink has been used as a way to promise the truth for as long as there has been parchment to write on. The spell itself should just help Hedwig find the right people to deliver to, and then give her the next letter without her having to come back here.
The reason that I am writing this letter is that due to the inattentiveness and denial of the adults that are supposed to be responsible for my health, I am being abused and neglected by my muggle aunt and uncle whom I live with. If I could defend myself I would, but before I left school this year my wand was taken from me by my head of house, Professor McGonagall. I can only assume it is due to my repeated pleas to be freed from this hellish house. This is why magical retaliation is a closed option to me, and I am physically too weak to fight against my much larger uncle and cousin.
You may be wondering 'why didn't you get help before now?' I am sad to say that when I was younger I did not understand that what they were doing- locking me in a cupboard, refusing to feed me, withholding food as a punishment, restricting when I could use the bathroom, forcing me to do "chores" that exhausted me to the point of collapsing, and forcing me to cook from the the age of 4, was wrong. I thought that I deserved it, because I was just a Freak and they were such kind, caring people for taking me in out of the good of their hearts. I know now that the only favor they did me was that I have never been molested or raped, and that is only because they do not think a freak like me is worthy of touch, let alone the touch of 'hard-working normal people like them' or else they probably would have sold my body as payment for all that they have given me. Though I do not think that will stop my uncle for much longer, if anything, I believe that my uncle will use the excuse that I need to 'repay' them for taking me in every summer as I grow, instead of just kicking me out or putting me in an orphanage.
By the time I reached school it was already too late to seek help from teachers because the Dursley's had already told everyone about what a "troubled child" I was, about how I was a "criminal in the making", so the teachers didn't even spare me a glance, didn't even want to give me the benefit of the doubt.
After I went to Hogwarts it was even worse, because my relatives hadn't come to Hogwarts and told people that I was a bad kid; no these people just didn't want to believe that I was being abused. I told all the people I could, I begged Dumbledore to let me stay at the castle because of the abuse and he just smiled and said,"My dear boy it's not nice to lie about such things". When I told Mrs. Weasley she said,"Now, now dear you're completely safe with your relatives, there is no reason you should want to leave", and every time I tried to tell Madam Pomfrey one of my 'friends' would stop me.
Even going to professor McGonagall didn't work , she just told me about how the headmaster had already informed her of my need to lie about my home situation, just to "get more attention", and that she was very disappointed in me, and that my parents would be ashamed if they could hear how spoiled I have become.
I would have just stuck it out, would have just waited to leave until I was seventeen, but the abuse has recently worsened and I fear that if I stay for too long in this house that I will lose my life at the hands of my uncle. So I decided that as soon as I possibly could I would send out as many letters as I had parchment with my familiar, Hedwig, and hope that at least one of them would arrive in time. I have no idea where Hedwig will take these letters, but she is a very intelligent owl so I know that when I asked her to take these letters to people that could save me, that she would.
From,
Harry Potter,
The 'Savior' Who Needs a Savior.
With shaking hands Harry folded the last of the letters and tied it tightly to Hedwig's leg, petting the owl one last time before he opened the window and watched her fly off into the night, carrying with her his last chance of salvation.