Dear Mum and Dad,
Hagrid lost his case. Buckbeak's execution date is to be set. Hermione's been doing all the research alone, even with her incredible work load. Ron and I completely forgot. But there's still the appeal, and Ron promised that he would help this time. Ron and Hermione made up. Hermione apologized, and Ron got over himself, just like you said Mum. Wish us luck. We'll need it.
Harry
Dear Harry,
I'm so sorry about Buckbeak. He doesn't deserve it. I hate to say it, but I don't think it's likely that he'll get off on appeal. There's still hope, though. Don't give up yet.
I'm glad Hermione and Ron made up. I was sure it would happen sooner or later.
Tell Hagrid we're thinking of him, and good luck to all of you.
Love,
Mum
Dear Mum and Dad,
WE WON THE CUP!
(Another full account of the match. See chapter fifteen. I love the quidditch chapters, but I don't feel the need to copy the whole thing.)
We finally won the quidditch cup! I bet I could produce the world's best Patronus right now.
Love,
Harry
Harry,
YES! I knew you would do it! That will wipe the smiles off the Slytherin's faces! Gryffindor wins for the first time in eight years! You were amazing! Great catch!
Congratulations, Harry! We're so proud of you.
Fantastic match!
Love,
Dad and Mum
Dear Mum and Dad,
Buckbeak lost the appeal. They're going to execute him at sundown. Hagrid asked us not to come, but he can't just sit there on his own waiting for the executioner. We're going to take the invisibility cloak; we'll be perfectly safe.
That's not what I'm worried about though. Today was also the day we had our divination exam. Professor Trelawney saw us each separately, and at the end of my session she went . . . strange. Her voice was deep and harsh, and her eyes rolled. She told me that the Dark Lord was currently alone and friendless, but tonight, before midnight, his servant will set out to rejoin him and the Dark Lord will rise again with his aid. Then, she woke up and couldn't remember any of it. Was she making a real prediction? It couldn't have been more different then the stuff she spouts out in class.
Maybe it means Black has given up on killing me and is going to go find Voldemort now. Don't worry, though. We'll be back in the castle long before midnight, and we'll be wearing the invisibility cloak. We'll be fine.
Love,
Harry
Dear Mum and Dad,
We're fine. Last night didn't go exactly as planned, for anyone, but we're all fine. More than fine actually. Buckbeak escaped last night. He must have pulled himself free and flew off. Guess the prophesy I made up for Trelawny came true after all.
And Snape told all the Slytherin's Professor Lupin is a werewolf! Now he's resigning because everyone knows, and nobody's parents will want a werewolf teaching their children. The worst part is that he seems to agree with them. I got the impression that he wanted to leave as soon as possible.
No matter what their parents think, I seriously doubt anyone here (except maybe the Slytherin's) will be glad to see him go.
It's definitely been an interesting year.
Love,
Harry
James,
A lot has happened last night. Apparently, we were mistaken about a lot of things. You may have heard that I'm resigning Hogwarts. On my way home, I'm going come see you and explain everything. Some things are best told face to face.
Remus
P.S. I gave the Marauder's Map back to your son. I believe the danger to have passed, and I'm sure he and his friends will find uses for it.