Easy Mistake ; Harry Potter

S E V E N T Y F I V E | Err...Thank You?

Dear the girl who is hoping werewolves are real,

Yeah I suppose you could say it is invisible. Hogwarts that is.

Everyone judges the Slytherin house too, so don't worry about it. When the sorting hat wanted to put me into Slytherin I begged it not to because I didn't like the look of the house. So really who's the one that should feel bad? Me but I don't. Not in the slightest. I'm so glad that I was put in Gryffindor instead.

I have no idea how the Sorting hat came to be. It's one piece of information we were never told. Though I do like your last option; that it simply just started existing like some higher being. Though if I'm being honest it was probably just an old witches hat that someone enchanted to make the sorting ceremony easier for everyone.

After talking to the snake, I thought I was insane too. I thought for a while that I had made it all up or dreamed about it. But then again strange things did always happen throughout my childhood that I couldn't explain until I found out I was a wizard.

It's crazy right? Although the Dementor attack was horrible, it was a blessing in disguise because it brought us closer together.

Oh no, I don't think Dudley will forget that birthday of his anytime soon. Not only when I made the glass disappear did the snake escape, but Dudley fell into the enclosure and then the glass suddenly appeared again so he was trapped in there and couldn't get out.

I tried to convince everyone that I was only helping; to get the snake away from Justin but after that snake incident everyone avoided me like I was about to attack them and Petrify them. Even Ron and Hermione didn't look happy when they discovered I was a Parselmouth. They told me for all they knew I could've been some long lost ancestor of Salazar's.

And yes Malfoy is a prick. No question about it.

And thanks, El, I appreciate it. Of course once everyone knew I had helped discover who was really under the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, they suddenly began talking to me again and saying how cool it was that I could talk to snakes. It's funny how so many people can go from hating you to suddenly being your best friend when they find out they were wrong all along.

Thinking about it now, it's exactly what's happening to me now. I felt so lonely in my second year when everyone thought I was the Heir of Slytherin and was against me. And now it's all happening again. Everyone thinks I'm some sort of liar and I haven't felt this isolated since my second year at Hogwarts.

Why is it that you turn the most horrible things into something to laugh about? Yes, Myrtle was the one who died 50 years ago and is the same girl who haunts the toilets now. What kind of muggle films are you watching to compare it to the tragic death of this girl? You should be ashamed of yourself, Eleanor Summers.

Quidditch is a sport. And don't ever compare it to a disease again because that's just insulting. Quidditch is a game, a bit like football. Two teams go against each other and try to score as many points as they can for their team. Obviously Quidditch is a wizard sport so we play it in the air on flying broomsticks. Anyway, I won't bore you with all the rules because honestly I could talk about Quidditch for ages.

Sorry to shut down your theory but I don't think the Basalisk has any relation to Medusa. If it makes you happy, I could ask Hermione about it? She would know for definite.

Lots of Voldemort's followers did get locked up in prison but some of them got away with walking free by saying how they were put under the Imperius Curse.

When someone is put under the Imperius curse then the wizard or witch who put the spell on them has complete control over that person.

You hate everyone at school apart from Cass? But surely you haven't had the chance to talk to everyone at your school to know that you hate them all? But either way the fact you hate everyone doesn't surprise me in the slightest.

Vampires are real. Though I've never met one in real life, we learn about them in class. And yes werewolves are real too. Remus is a werewolf, did he not tell you?

No, I've never watched twilight so I don't think I'd be the right person to say if your comparison is correct or not. And is this what our friendship has turned into now? You telling me how all these different boys are attractive. Does this mean you're fully comfortable with me now? And is this what you spend your time talking about with Cass when you're not bitching about people?

Harry had froze reading the last sentence of Eleanor's letter. He was sitting eating breakfast at the time when the letter had arrived and had to stop reading it from fear he would soon look as red as the jam that was spread across his toast. He decided he would read the rest when he was in the safety of his bed and could draw the curtains around himself so he was free to turn as red as he wanted. But for the whole day the letter seemed to burn a hole in his pocket. He wanted to know what the rest of it said. It was such a great distraction that he even forgot to have a go at Professor Umbridge when she once again accused him of being a liar.

That night when he read the rest of the letter, in the safety of his dorm he truly didn't know how to feel. He didn't feel as embarrassed as he thought he would. In fact he just felt light. After months of being full of hate and anger at his situation at Hogwarts, that little sentence made Harry grin for longer than he could remember. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

The only problem was, he had no idea how to respond to that at all. And he definitely wasn't going to ask Ron about it because he'd get teased endlessly. And he surely wasn't going to ask Hermione because Hermione would just tell Ron. So he had to figure this out on his own.

Eventually he responded the only way he could think of;

Er, thank you. For the compliment. I don't know how to respond. But yeah, thank you, I guess? Sorry...I know I'm rubbish at this. I just don't know what to say, I've been thinking about it for ages but the right words won't come to me.

Love,

the boy who doesn't know what to say.

P.S If we're dishing out compliments, as friends do, then I think you're beautiful too. I noticed as soon as I saw you. Not that looks are the only thing that make you beautiful, because your personality does too but I'm just saying that you're very pretty...I'll stop now. I truly am rubbish at this, sorry El.