A little musing of mine. What if the letters Harry sent were never read? What if he had a real issue? Would anyone come?
June 2nd:
Ron,
How are my favorite red-heads?
I can't wait to get out of this hellhole, and this stupid headache!
A very bored,
Harry
June 4th:
Hermione,
Here's my letter for the next three days, thought you'd appreciate that it was early!
Anyway, all is good here. Well, as good as it can be... But I'm coping. I have a killer headache though, I think I'm going to sneak some aspirin from the bathroom.
Harry
June 7th:
Ron,
Dublley broke mey glasses annd now I can'tt bloody see! Tiimme to get the maasking tape. And some more Asprrrinn.
Harry
June 10th:
Hermione,
Merlin, my head kills! I doubt it's scar related either, I usually get a vision a vision already... Oh well.
So how goes your summer?
Harry
P.S. Asprin doesn't work, any suggestions?
June 13th:
Ron,
Hey mate, any idea when I'm get the hell out of here? If I have to listen to, "The freak did it!" or "He said the "M" word!" one more time...
At least they don't lock me in the cupboard anymore.
Harry
June 16th:
Hermione,
I feel sorta funny. My upper back always hurts and I can hardly think straight, because of the thumping in my head.
Maybe I'm just imagining it... Otherwise all is well here.
Harry
June 19th:
Ron,
Feel like crap.
Harry
June 22nd:
Hermione,
There's definatly something wrong. I feel... weird. I get these faint spells where I feel all dizzy. I almost collapsed in the Dursleys' living room!
I'm getting really freaked out 'Mione.
Harry
June 25th:
Ron,
Something's wrong, could you ask your dad or anybody to stop in? I think I might have some weird disease...
Harry
P.S. Why aren't you guys answering my letters?
July 1st:
Hermione,
I'm always cold, and no matter what I do I can't get warm. I feel colder than walking through a ghost, and I passed out twice today.
I think I might be dying.
Harry
P.S. Why haven't you guys been answering my letters?
July 4th:
Order of the Phoenix,
Can you guys send someone over here?
I'm not sure how long I have left.
Harry
July 7th:
Hermione and Ron,
I can't stay awake long enough to make two letters. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm not going to last very long. I think my heartbeat is slowing down.
You guys know what you need to do. There are always three in the secret.
Good luck,
Harry
P.S. I love you two very much, thanks. I'll miss you. I'm sorry for whatever I did that you're not replying to my letters. Goodbye.
July 10th:
No mail.