IX. January 3
Dear Dad,
I'm on the Hogwarts Express headed back to Hogwarts after the Holidays are over. I'm sitting alone – James is with his friends and I just don't want to face the rest of my friends yet. Christmas was great, aside from Gran having Alzheimer's and everything. I got a broom care kit and a few books, of course, and Uncle Harry gave me the Marauder's map. I think he sensed something was wrong and wanted to cheer me up. It's funny, you'd think he'd give it to James first, though maybe he figured that I was responsible enough to have it before James did. Well, I'm not complaining – that means I can sneak out to Hogsmeade more often to get my orders from Scrivenshaft's. Uncle Harry really is insightful, unlike Uncle Ron, mind you. He's a daft as Hermione claims he is! I think he took a few too many Bludgers to the head.
I'm just lost as to what I'm going to do now… We still have classes and I can't leave school to take care of Grandma, obviously – she wouldn't even let me! Plus, that would mean explaining a lot of stuff to my professors and my classmates, and I don't think I'm ready for that. Not yet. We got Gran started on some Muggle meds for the memory loss and mood changes, so hopefully that'll help. In the meantime, I've dropped Divination (much to Aunt Hermione's approval), so I can just spend more time researching Alzheimer's. There's a few clinical trials that may be feasible, but obviously, they're completely Muggle run, and it would be preferable to have some Squibs, at least, working with Gran on the trial. I've asked Aunt Mione to look into the Squib registry to see if there are any in the medical industry who might be working on clinical trials.
Love always, Teddy