The Diagon Alley Challenge
Eeylops Owl Emporium: Owls are used for communication. Your task is to write something involving owls or communication. Anything from a letter between wizards to somebody using the 'fellytone'.
13th October 1981
Harry James Potter,
As I'm writing this, you are sleeping soundly in your cot, unaware of the dangers that are to come – to you especially. A prophecy was told, some time ago, of a young boy born by the death of July, who would defeat Voldemort with 'power he knows not'.
For the last almost three weeks, we have been living here, almost in total isolation from the world. Only the weekly visits from Padfoot keep us sane. Wormtail visits every so often, but always less and less. And Remus, well, he hasn't seen us since our first day.
We think – and it does pain me to say it, think it or write it – that he is the spy. We cannot afford losing you – we hope Voldemort decides you are not the child of the prophecy.
But we can't risk it, so here we are. Hiding; like cowards.
You don't know how badly we want to be fighting those Death Eater scum, but you, my son, come first. You're our everything.
There's so much I want to teach you. You'd make a spectacular Quidditch player – I hope so. It'd be just my luck for you to have inherited your mother's distaste for the sport. But I doubt it; you seemed to enjoy the toy broomstick Padfoot gave you for Christmas.
But, for now, I shan't think of the future. I'll make the most of my time with you now – and dearly hope I have years of it left.
Just remember, whenever you read this, or even when you're not reading this;
I love you.
Love; your dad.
29th October 1981
My son, Harry.
I fear our time together may be drawing to a close. As much as I wish it weren't, it's inevitable. I am unsure if it's a matter of days or weeks, but, before it's too late, I want to write you this letter, to explain everything.
I started off as a young girl, excited to learn magic and meet new people – wizards and witches. I was naive and unaware of the prejudices. My long time friend, Severus Snape, had been, for a while, a concrete link to this World. He had stories of magic and of wonder, and I felt so happy.
But we got sorted into opposite houses. We were expected to fight at every turn, but we refused to throw away our friendship for such a petty reason. We stuck through it all, even when your father and his friends pranked – and sometimes bullied – Slytherins over the years. I'm sad to say Severus was one of them.
It was hard, but we made it work. We stayed friends and we did not separate. We had our differences, but they were never major. Until O.W.L. year. As I'm sure you know, fifth year is when the Ordinary Wizarding Levels are taken. Pressures were running high for everyone except for James and his band of friends. They embarrassed Severus more than they had before, and, I believe, his pride was hurt further when I went to defend him.
After five years of the Slytherins as a bad influence, I wasn't surprised he'd caught such a bad vocabulary – but it shocked me how he directed it at me.
I was so hurt, I ran the opposite direction for him, and, for years, never forgave him. He begged forgiveness, but I got closer to the Marauders – your father group – and ignored him. In seventh year, he gave up, and I started to go out with a less arrogant James Potter.
Now, years later, I see how prideful I'd been. He'd been most of his time around a bad crowd and I didn't help him at all. Now he's a bitter, bitter man who'd made the wrong decisions. But he's still only young.
Harry, my dear, if you ever meet him, please ask for forgiveness to him, from me. He may not give it, but ask.
Lily Potter-Evans.
31st October 1981
I feel tonight's the night, my son, and I may never see you again after this. Not your smile, not your eyes which are so like mine, not you. I shall miss your laugh, I only hope Sirius and Remus look after you well, and that, if I'm right, Peter Pettigrew is thrown in Azkaban for this.
Oh, my darling, there was so much I wanted to tell you, to teach you. I can only hope you meet someone who loves you for you in the future.
Remember this, we do love you. I love you and so does your father. Ever since that beautiful day you were born-
He's here. I'm so sorry
The letter cuts off suddenly, as if she had stopped writing. The last few words were hastily scribbled and hard to recognise. The edges of the parchments are charred, as if they had all been hidden from a fire, apart from the bottom side.
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Posted: 10th October 2013