AN: Letter three, Hermione writes to Harry after fifth year and tries to get through to him before he is brought to the burrow. I wrote this to the prompt 'problem' in regards to Harry and the way he shut his friends out.
Dear Harry,
I hope you are feeling better.
In reply to your last letter, I do not believe for a single moment that you are 'fine' in regards to your godfathers death. Harry, it will not help you to bottle up your emotions like this! You wouldn't talk at school and I left you because Ron said you needed time but you need to move forward. You need to talk to someone, release your emotions and don't let them consume you! Your magic for one, could be adversely effective and considering your muggle relatives it is imperative that you get your emotions under control so that you are not a danger to them or more importantly to yourself!
We are all worried about you Harry. You can't shut us out. We want to be here for you, to support you but we can't do that if you don't let us. Grief happens in stages Harry. I have read all about it and I will be more than willing to lend you a book if you like. You can't do this alone, you should have support!
Surely, you must realise that his death was not your fault?! Sirius would want you to be happy, to move on. You moping around being depressed would be the last thing he would want for you. You can only take this as a new motivation, to make sure that we do not fall into the same trap again. If this is your future then we have to make sure we are suitably prepared for it. War, that is. I have purchased many new textbooks from various sources that will be able to help further prepare us. Once we get back to school and I can get back into the school library, obviously it will be better but for now, I have to make do. I will be honest, my sides still ache from where I was cursed and I still have to take potions but it could have been a lot worse. I'm just glad we all made it out alive. Taking out all those death eaters? Not bad for a bunch of school kids is it?
Again, if you would like to see the book on grieving then all you have to do is ask.
You don't have to worry about going back to headquarters. I heard Mrs Weasley talking about it and the order believes that it may have been compromised.
Have you seen the leaflets the ministry are circulating? To be honest, I don't think they are really sufficient. I wrote to the defence ministry to tell them what I thought about them but I didn't get a reply. Your teachings from last year were far more helpful and it they could even circulate half of that information then it would be better than those rags that are a waste of parchment but I guess it's better than nothing isn't it? I tried to speak to Ron about it but he didn't really seem to be paying any attention. Of course Ginny agrees with me. They are not enough but I think she is more wrapped up in Dean and what Ron has to say about it.
Honestly, how can they think that sort of thing is important at a time like this?
Are you worried about your O.W.L scores? I do hope we get them soon. I am simply bubbling with excitement to know what I got. These results are some of the most important results we will ever get! What classes we take next year depend on these and that's not even getting into careers!
What classes are you thinking of taking? Providing you get the right results of course. Ron hasn't even thought about it which doesn't even surprise me anymore. Ron doesn't seem to plan much in advance does he?
I think Mrs Weasely is hoping that Ginny will get prefect this year but I'm sure Ginny is disgusted by the whole idea. Of course, being a prefect is a real honour but Ginny takes after Fred and George a little too much to handle it I think. What do you think?
I think you will be moved soon. Before your birthday for sure. I know where you will be, but obviously I can't tell you in a letter. Stay strong Harry and remember your friends. We care about you and we want to help you.
All my love,
Hermione
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