Hi everyone! I haven't died! My wireless internet has, though, which is why it's been so long since I last posted a chapter. In an attempt to apologise, I'm giving you a double post. All cheer! Please? http:// www. bbc .co .uk /blogs/ni/2007/08/isharrypotterawarcriminal. html Check out that website (you'll have to take the spaces out of the url first). It makes my story seem less surreal; I'm not the only one who thought Harry did something wrong in the books!

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4th January 2006

Dear Daddy,

Hello! It's me, Siria! I'm seven, and it's my birthday in August when I'll be 8. Mummy gave me a special quill called a Quickety-Quote thing that writes down everything I say as a Christmas present, so I could send you a message without having to write lots of long words.

I wish I was allowed to see you. Mummy says it's because of the guards at the prison, that they're scary, but I wouldn't be scared at all. I'd just be happy to see you! I can't remember you, but I know what you look like because of all the photos. Everyone talks about you lots, even those who didn't know you before you got sent to jail. Everyone's heard of you, and everyone looks surprised when I say you're my daddy. Mummy says I have her hair and temper, but your eyes. My eyes are green, and I have to wear glasses. You wear glasses as well, don't you? I used to hate having to wear glasses, but you wear them too, so it must be okay.

What's it like in prison? Do you get to play quidditch and wizarding chess? Uncle Ron's teaching me to play chess, but I like quidditch more. Mummy wanted to play quidditch, but she couldn't because I was born when she was still at school. She says she doesn't mind, though, and that I can have your old broomstick when I'm older. But yours is old now, and I wish I'd be allowed a brand new one all to myself, instead of borrowing Teddy's. Tonks bought him a new one for his birthday last week. I like Teddy. He knows what it's like to not have a daddy. At least his daddy's in heaven and can watch down to make sure he's safe. You're still alive, but in a horrible place where I never get to see you and where you can't look after me.

As soon as I'm old enough, I'm going to come and visit you by myself. Mummy won't let me go now, but she can't stop me when I'm bigger, like a teenager. I wish I had a brother or sister. I've got lots of cousins though, so it's ok. There's Victoire who's 5, Fred who's 3, and Auntie Hermione is pregnant is having her baby soon so I'll have another one! Then there's everyone else – Uncle Percy's son, Geoff, but we don't see him much. I don't know why. He's the same age as Victoire but he's really clever and I never understand what he's saying. There's Uncle Charlie's children as well, Shreya, who's 2, and baby Yamini. Him and Auntie Padma live in India though, so we don't see them either. Mummy says Uncle Charlie used to work in Romania, but then he went to help with a dragon problem in India and stayed there.

I live in a flat in London with mummy, where she writes things for the newspapers. Sometimes her friend Anne comes around for tea. I like Anne. She used to write for the Daily Prophet, but then she got fired so now she works for Auntie Luna and the Quibbler. She says she doesn't think you should have been put in jail and she showed me some things she wrote about you just after I was born.

Mummy says I need to have lunch now. I'm going to owl this letter all by myself to you, and you can see my owl. She's called Hedwig the Second, because mummy says your owl was called Hedwig.

Lots and lots and lots of love,

From Siria Potter-Weasley

x x x x x x x (that's a kiss for every year I haven't been able to see you – seven)

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