A/N: Ok now Harry is six, but all will be explained. Oh I don't own HP. Not yet anyway.
It had been a year since Mr. Lupos had given him the album, and Harry Potter's relatives didn't know a thing about it. Now, Harry was six years old and wouldn't be having Mr. Lupos again. Harry felt quite sad about that. And, to make matters worse, he had Dudley in his class as well. Their new teacher was called Ms. Amanda Fry. Today in class they were learning about something interesting. They were learning about traditions. Harry found it quite exciting. Then, Ms. Fry said that their assignment was to list a tradition that their family has or had. Harry couldn't help but notice that she had said the past tense as well as the present tense, but he ignored it. Mr. Lupos had told him a bit about his parents. Harry had started to think up his own tradition.
31st of July, 1986
Harry had stayed up until midnight. How could he tell, you may ask? He heard the news reporter say, that it was time for the midnight report. During the day, he got some paper and a special pen that he got from Mr. Lupos. Harry started to write:
Dear Mum,
It's me agan. In class this week we wer talkking abot tradditeons. i'm gonna start my own tradditeon. Im still mising you.
Love
Harry P
Harry was about to put it to the side, when he remembered what Mr. Lupos had said in his report last year. He double-checked it and then began on his dad's letter.
Dear Dad,
today its my brithday. Ant petyouna gave me sacks and a cot hager. At leest I got somthing. I wish you and mum wer heer.
Love
Harry potter
After checking both again, Harry put them under his baby mattress. He gave a small yawn and climbed onto his mattress, pulled his blanket that said his name on top of him, and fell asleep, dreaming about leaving the Dursleys' forever and his parents.
A/N: This one was so cute! The letters will get longer when he gets to Hogwarts. Also, Harry writes a letter when it's his birthday (this letter) or when something goes wrong (accidental magic). Bye!