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Chapter 10

Alex's lesson had continued until about three in the afternoon, at which Puck started telling Alex and Harry a story that he knew from his many years of being a live. Hearing a door open and close, Puck stopped the story and they looked over to where the sound had come from. Mr. and Mrs. Xanatos had come home early so that they could check up on Harry.

"Oh Harry! Thank goodness your awake!" said Mrs. Xanatos, who came over and was about to give Harry a hug but Alex thinking that his mother wanted him teleported into his mothers arms. This meant that both Alex and Harry got a hug.

"It's good to see you awake, Harry," Mr. Xanatos said, relived that Harry was going to be alright.

"I'm fine Mrs. Xanatos, don't worry," said Harry while trying to calm Mrs. Xanatos down.

"I want you to stay in bed for the next couple of days Harry. Your body needs time to recover after everything its been though," Mr. Xanatos said, making Harry remember that he was in the room. Harry gave a nod of acceptance at the request, knowing that he wouldn't win this one.

For the next couple of days, Harry was not allowed to leave his bed. This was to give him time to heal from what had happened to him. Alex would come in and visit with him all day, except for his magic lessons. Puck would come and tell him stories about Avalon. On the first day that Harry was allowed out of bed, he and Alex were eating breakfast in his room when an owl flew in the window.

"What is that?" Alex asked, looking at the owl in wonder.

Harry looked to where Alex was pointing at, he was pointing to the letter that the owl had dropped on Harry.

"A letter," Harry replied as if it was normal, well for Harry it was.

"But, it came by owl." Alex said, a bit confused as it didn't come by the letter box.

"That's how wizards get their mail." Harry explained.

"Why?" Alex asked with his head cutely to one side.

"Because, owls can find us no matter where we are, so that we can get our mail." Harry said.

"They can?" Alex asked.

"Would you like to send a letter?" Harry asked.

"To who?" Alex asked exited at the chance to do something new.

"How about Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked.

"Who is she?" Alex asked.

"My friend's mom, his name is Ron," Harry replied.

"Will you help me?" Alex asked.

"Yes." Harry said.

"Okay. Do you want to start now?" Alex asked.

"Yes." Harry said.

"Okay, we need pen and paper." Alex said teleporting a pen and paper to him so he could write a letter.

Alex handed the pen and paper to Harry who put them on the table, then handed Alex the pen and laid the paper down on the table.

"Here you need to write the letter." Harry said.

"What do I write?" Alex asked.

"Well, how about 'Dear Mrs. Weasley'?" Harry said with a smile.

Alex wrote on the paper. (It was not this neat because Alex is five, and Harry helped a lot with the spelling)

Dear Mrs. Weasley,

How are you? My name is Alex Xanatos. Please write back.

Alex

P.S. Mrs. Weasley, Alex is five and I sometimes babysit him. When he saw me get a letter this morning he wanted to write one. Please write back, because he would love to hear from you, and he knows about magic so you don't need to worry.