Hermione didn't have the courage to add her name. Not yet.

Dear Harry Potter

Someone knows what you're going through. Someone cares. You cannot let on that you got this. Hide it where you hide things. I will help as much as I can, but it won't be much right now.

What you're keeping a secret is that you aren't a freak. Your parents weren't layabouts. They didn't drink. Your aunt Petunia was jealous of the both of them. The person that left you there was not a nice man. He didn't like Petunia, he didn't like Vernon, he didn't like Dudley, and he didn't like you.

The strange things that happened like your hair growing back overnight. Like finding yourself on the school roof. Like turning a teacher's hair blue. Like making the glass in the snake cage disappear. If that hasn't happened yet, don't worry when it does.

It's all connected, Harry. Connected to you. Your parents, James and Lily Potter were HEROES. A car smash wouldn't have what it takes to kill them. The person who killed them was named Voldemort. And he died in the process. His followers want to hurt you because you were there when he died. And because there's a prophecy. Someone who sees the future saw his ghost getting a human body again, and you fighting him. You have to keep all this secret. I won't even give you the name of the bad man who left you where you are now. If you are angry at him, if you don't like him, he'll just read your mind and find everything out.

When you meet people your uncle Vernon calls "freaks," make sure you don't have any hostile, suspicious thoughts. Think of something else. Right now, you need to hide what you have, and what you are. I'm sorry it's that way, but it is.

You're a wizard, Harry.

Sincerely,

A Friend.