Chapter Twenty - Expulsion
Malfoy,
You've probably heard from your father about my expulsion. I know you would never admit you want to ask it, but yes, I am alright. We had the best professor in Defense in third year, admit it!
I haven't felt this bad since after the graveyard though. Not able to contact my friends, being locked up in my room, being expulsed from Hogwarts. I got another letter... from Dumbledore... not sure whether to be angry at him for leaving me here after all that happened last year, or just glad that he finally contacted me. He wrote that it will be alright and that I will get to see Ron and Hermione soon. He probably expects me to jump with joy and be so grateful, but I just... am not.
Not able to have any contact with anyone after last year, it makes me feel more isolated from them, now more than ever. I know you would understand that I don't want to think about the Chudley Cannons or the summer homework that was assigned (you have probably even already finished it, you nerd). God I am even being so stupid writing this to you, if your family finds this, we would be so screwed. I just couldn't not write. Very sad to say that I have somehow found myself looking forward to your letters. I just know that you understand. So here I am, being stupid and reckless, but hey, you know me, you can't be surprised at that anymore ;p
Soooo, I guess I just wanted to say that I am okay, or at least I will be okay. I'll see Padfoot soon and get out of this place. Perhaps Padfoot even has other posh tea for me to try! I bet he actually does.
Harry
(After this letter it felt weird to write down HP, so you better get used to my first name. I almost forgot you were named Draco, seriously, this is too funny, I can just imagine your face right now, but it lightens my day)
P.s. Yes you git, for the one hundredth time, Padfoot is a person and my friend and he doesn't just exist in my head. And YES he is a well-known wizard that you don't know, stop whining.