A letter to you

Chapter 10: You're Kidding Me Right?

The Weasely's Burrow/Hermione's apartment

Harry:

I know it's rude to just barge into another person's home. Always send them an owl before entering their house, right? Especially when you are using floo powder. But... But what Hermione had mentioned in her letter was crazy, mental, delusional... and my vocabulary ran out. Ginny was right. I need to start reading more books.

As soon as I entered her house through her fireplace, (at least there were no hiccups) I opened my mouth, preferably to scream at her but all of a sudden, something seemed to cover my mouth.

The next thing I knew, the spell, "muffliato" had been placed and the thingy that was covering my mouth was gone.

"Sorry about that Harry, the wall isn't sound-proof, so I had to do those two spells." Hermione gushed. I looked at her and drew a quick breath. I have always liked Hermione as a friend but today... Oh God, she looked really beautiful today. Her brown curly hair was tied in a bun and she would have looked like a ballerina if not for the fact that she was wearing jeans. Even so, she still looked absolutely gorgeous. For someone who went through a terrible break-up, this wasn't fair.

Shaking himself out of his daze, he proceeded to ask Hermione a question that had been burning in his mind ever since he had received her letter. "What. Do. You. Mean? CAN I REALLY TALK TO SIRIUS AND MY PARENTS?!!?" Oops... he hadn't meant to shout but he was too excited by now.

Hermione nodded eagerly. "You just have to write a letter to whoever you want to talk to and place it somewhere. I placed mine on Fre... someone's grave. Don't give me that look, Harry! You know I never liked Ron... at any rate, I think a grave or somewhere memorable will be ok. As long as the person loves you as much as you love that person, you will be able to write to that person."

Harry's mouth dropped open as he stared wide-eyed at Hermione. Hermione glared at him for a minute before smiling, "I know what you're thinking Harry but this is seriously not a joke. Try it!" she exclaimed.

Harry would have opened his mouth to complain further but all at once, he thought of his parents and everyone who he loved. Who he never got to talk to. Without any more hesitation or complaints, he nodded and exited her home by floo powder. When he finally reached home, he started writing all the letters to all his loved ones—his parents, Sirius and so on.

Hermione's apartment

Hermione:

Watching Harry go, she almost laughed out loud. He was in such a hurry to leave that it was pretty obvious that he would be going home (to the burrow... great support of friendship Harry... Nah, she understood... Ginny lived there) and spending the next few hours, writing many letters and would go around putting the letters on his loved one's graves. It was almost adorable, the way he had just jumped up and run towards the fireplace.

As she stared at where Harry had been, only a few seconds ago, Hermione suddenly felt a deep ache in her heart. She wished that someone (definitely Fred) could be sitting them, and just talk her through all the crazy things that had been happening to her these past few days. Again, another idea struck her. It seemed impossible... but it might work...

All she needed was some really smart wizards and witches, dead or alive. And, a little bit of luck, hope and magic.

Sounds pretty easy right?

Hi, so I'm not too sure if I should like write the content of the letter that Harry wrote to Sirius and his parents... Please leave a comment to let me know what you think :)