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Harry dragged himself to the restaurant tiredly. He didn't think that he was well enough to do much for them but he'd been sick for a week or more so he was hoping they hadn't worried too much about his absence, and thought he'd better go and show them he was okay. Some extra food might make him feel better too though Petunia had been letting him eat more of what the family was eating she was back to making all of Dudley's and Vernon's favourites and Harry was having trouble stomaching the highly fatty food. He didn't have much of an appetite since being ill either and had visibly lost weight again. He wondered if that was what was making his power thing feel so weak.
Harry was surprised to receive a letter from Spencer, it was his turn to write and he knew he'd been about to before he became sick but he didn't think it had been long enough since he'd written to worry the older boy though time had got away from his while he'd been ill, he hoped nothing bad had happened to Spencer, and worried about his friend he ripped open the letter right there in the restaurant instead of waiting until he was alone like he usually did.
Monday 10/22/90
Dear Harry
Oh my God!
I had hoped I was wrong about the Dursleys but I'm so glad that you've got out of there finally. I'm proud of you for getting out and going for help. I hope you're okay now and that your new home is safer than the Dursleys.
I really hope you get this letter eventually, that your friends in the restaurant will bring it to you or that if you don't get this you send me your new address so we can stay in touch. I debated sending a letter to the manager of the restaurant telling them that you'd been injured and were on your way to hospital and foster care and asking them to look for you and let me know how and where you were. If you don't reply to this within two weeks, I will do that. I don't want to lose touch with you and I'm not sure you will have been able to get your things back from the Dursleys before they destroyed our letters and my address. I tried to ring the Little Whinging police station and the local hospital but neither of them would tell me anything. Not even that you were still alive. They were quite rude about it, but I guess they were just trying to protect you.
How are you now? How long were you in hospital? Were any of your injuries permanent? Have they allocated you a new place to stay yet or are you still in temporary accommodation? Please write back as soon as you can even if it's just a note that you're all right and where to contact you.
Your friend
Spencer.
Harry readSpencer's letter in confusion, it just didn't make sense. Why would Spencer think he'd been in hospital, he had written that he'd been ill in the letter he was writing but it wasn't finished yet, he hoped to have it finished tonight to send tomorrow, and what was he asking about injuries? He wasn't injured he'd had a fever. Not to mention Spencer thought he'd left the Dursleys, he didn't like living there but they'd been a bit better than usual lately, hadn't they? Didn't he tell Spencer that? He read it again then pulled out paper and a pen to write back immediately, worried about his friend but also concerned that something odd was going on. He'd had some dreams of running away while he was sick but surely he hadn't been able to get out of his cupboard and write to Spencer that he had while he wasn't well enough to tell dreams from reality. He'd never had problems with sleepwalking before, had he? Not that he could have gone anywhere while locked in. Or is that why the Dursleys had originally put the lock on the cupboard door? Regardless they would've locked it while he was ill, they always told him that they didn't want him out of the cupboard spreading his germs to normal people. He couldn't have got out to post a letter, he didn't remember leaving the cupboard even if he was able to sleep walk, to sleep write a letter and then to use his power to open the cupboard door took concentration, he couldn't have done it.
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