Dear Uncle,
I think it's me. Wherever I go, whatever I touch, whomever I associate with, death follows me. Why can't I just be a normal boy? Everyone's gone. Mum, Da, Uncle Sirius, Cedric, even Dumbledore! I'm frightened and things are only getting scarier. I'm sorry, the only thing I ever seem to tell you now is how scared I am. It must be the worst feeling in the world knowing your son is frightened and not being able to do anything. I'm losing control of the little things I have left, everything's going insane and I'm horribly frightened.
Harry looked over what he'd written and huffed, tossing it in the fire rather than signing it.