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The Letter

Harry Potter does not belong to me but it only belongs to The Great J.K Rowling.

$Parsletongue$
*Thoughts*
*Talking*

HARRY'S POV
{  The first week in the summer before fifth year }

I layed on my stomach on my pathetic excuse of a bed trying not to move so that I don't open one of the scars on my back. The beating uncle Vernon gave me this afternoon for breaking a plate was the worst one yet. It wasn't even my fault that plate fell in the first place. It had been Dudley who tripped me so I could fall with the plate in my hand.

"His getting worst it won't be long before he kills me" I thought while looking out of my small window and through the bars that uncle Vernon placed there during the summer before my second year.

I started feeling tired and soon closed my eyes and drifted off into an endless plane which would soon turn into a nightmare of Cedric.

HARRY'S POV
{ The next morning }

I woke up feeling happy since I only woke up three times last night which is a new record. I went downstairs and quickly made breakfast for my relatives and dashed out to go weed the garden once I heard movement upstairs.

When I was pulling out a particularly stubborn weed the mail man walked past giving me a look of disgust once he saw my clothes or rather my whale of a cousins clothes. He quickly put the mail in the mailbox and walked off.

I went and took the mail out of the mailbox and went through it before my relatives saw.

"Bill, bill, bill, letter from aunt Marge, another bill and" I stopped and looked at the next letter in complete shock. There in black and white stood my name. I quickly got over my shock and placed it in my pocket after folding it carefully so that my relatives don't take it off me like they did with my Hogwarts letter.

I took the letters inside and left it on the kitchen counter where aunt Petunia would find it. When I was finally done with all my chores of the day and was up in my room did I finally open the letter.

Dear Harry

The reason I am writing to you the Muggle way is because Dumbledore won't let us contact you saying that it is best if you did not have contact with us because of what happened. Which is completely wrong since I know you would be craving for a shoulder to cry on. Anyway I need to talk to you but incase this letter somehow gets in the wrong hands you know what to do.

With lots of maurador love
Hermione Granger

What was that old man thinking. Of course I need my friends and maybe I might not feel lonely all the time. But back to the matter at hand something was wrong. This doesn't suit Hermione at all because the Hermione I know would find a way to tell me through something like a spell or special meaning or a code.

"Wait a minute" I thought " a code that's it" I looked back at the letter and notice that some of the letters were highlighted. I started taking down all the highlighted letters and arranging it till it spelled Maurador.

I took my wand which I hid in my pocket at the beginning of the summer so that it wouldn't end up with all my school things which were in the cupboard under the stairs and tapped it to the paper saying the phrase.

" I sommenly swear that I am up to no good" I said and watched as the letter rearranged themselves to make way for the real letter.

Okay Harry this is the real letter and it explains why I needed to write the letter this way. Firstly when Dumbledore told us that we couldn't contact you I was going to tell him no when I saw how Ron and Ginny were just nodding not looking worried at all with a strange look on both of their faces. It looked suspicious and I was determined to find out why. So one night while I was sleeping in Ginny's room at the Weasley house since my parents were visiting a dental thing somewhere, I woke up to her leaving her room and going down to the kitchen.

At first I thought she was just going to fetch a glass of water or something when I started getting a bad feeling in my stomach and decided to follow. When I got downstairs I heard voices and hid in the shadows by the kitchen door.

Oh Harry it was awful I heard them talk about how the love potions Mrs Weasley and Ginny fed you aren't working and how they are planning an illegal wedding contract between you and Ginny and how the only reason they want you two married is because they want you to sacrifice yourself to Voldemort so they can get the Potter fortune. Then Ron started ranting about how you had everything he ever wanted.

There is so much more but I'm running out of time. Can we please meet at the twirling wand cafe at noon tomorrow in Diagon alley so we can talk more.

Bye and be careful
Hermione

If looks could kill Dumbledore and the Weasleys would be six feet under the ground by now.

"You are going to pay Dumbledore don't you worry about that" thought Harry while getting ready for bed and his talk with Hermione.