𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘙𝘌 ━━ 𝙃.𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

━ CHAPTER FOUR

HER dark brown eyes were the epitome of 'what the frick.'

"Somebody put a stamp on your letter?" Prue repeated, "But, why?"

"THAT'S NOT MY MAIN AREA OF CONCERN RIGHT NOW, PRUE." Mya shrieked, waving the letter Harry had sent in her face. "HE SPOKE TO ME AND SENT YSA A LETTER!"

"Ysa?"

"Y.OUR S.ECRET A.DMIRER."

"Oh." Prue said midly, a flicker of amusement crossing her expression.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"

"I mean, it sorta is.."

Mya dramatically grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. "Oh god, what am I going to do!?"

"Well, you wanted him to pay attention to you, didn't you?" Prue asked.

"I mean, well, yes, but when you put it like that-"

"Then you write back to him ya nitwit!" Prue said in a loud, scolding tone.

"BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S ACTUALLY ME!" Mya screamed.

"ISN'T THAT THE WHOLE POINT OF BEING YSA!?"

"STOP BEING INTELLIGENT!"

"STOP BEING STUPID!"

"I'M IN RAVENCLAW I'M NOT STUPID!"

"CAN WE GET BACK TO THE STAMP!?"

"NO, JOHN!"

"PLEASE SHERLOCK, I REALLY THINK IT'S-"

"HE SENT ME A LETTER!"

"FOR HELGAS-"

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Prue glared at Mya as the blonde wore a suspiciously innocent expression and took a sip of pumpkin juice.

"All that, and you wrote back anyway?" She hissed, "What did you even write?"

Mya had in fact written a perfectly normal letter back to Harry.

Dear Harry,

I'm rather surprised you wrote back, I thought you'd just be incredibly creeped.

In all honesty, I have no idea how that stamp got there. I think somebody's trying to sabotage me, in a way. But yes I am indeed a Ravenclaw. I don't know who even knows about the letters beside Mr Freddie and my bff.

Of course there is more to you than a scar and a story. Everyday you wake up, talk to your best friends who wouldn't even be friends if it wasn't for you. You talk to Professor Hagrid, a man who considers you one of his closest friends and ali's, you restored his confidence when he needed it most.

You are a person and because of how big your heart is everyone in this school is still breathing and free.

-Y.S.A (Your secret admirer)

"Fairly normal and light hearted," Mya said breezily. "Nothing note worthy."

Mya choked on her drink as Prues elbow collided with her ribcage.

"Why'd you-"

"Mya."

She froze and peered up, Harry Potter stood before her with a disguised excited expression. "I need to talk to you."

"Oh! Yeah, of course, uh- I'll be right behind you." She stuttered, a polite smile on her lips.

He gave her an odd look before leaving. Mya banged her forehead on the table as Prue snickered. Puffing her cheeks out, Mya swung her legs over the bench and left the great hall.

Harry was already waiting for her in Moaning Myrtles bathroom, she jumped as Harry damn near screamed at her when she entered.

"They wrote back!" He exclaimed loudly, waving yet another letter in her face, this one without a stamp. He looked so excited as he did so. "Ysa wrote back!"

"Oh, really?" Mya asked with feigned curiosity, though her voice had raised a pitch. "What'd they say?"

"Really nice stuff," He began with a small smile, his eyes fixed on the letter. Mya couldn't help but smile brightly. "They just sound so confident... I still can't believe someone actually likes me." He ended quietly.

"Well, they do!" Mya said lamely, actually feeling jealous of herself. "Eh- anyway, what'd they say about the stamp?"

"Ysa said they didn't know how it got there, but confirms she's a Ravenclaw. Did you know she has a sock puppet called Mr Freddie?" Harry said with a chuckle, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Mya cringed and suppressed a blush.

"Y- No, uh, no. How would I know that?" She asked nervously, beginning to wonder why it was her Harry was talking to and not Hermione, Ron or Ginny.

As though reading her mind, Harry glances up and coughed awkwardly. "Oh, er, I hope you don't mind me talking about this with you. It's just that I feel like I'm constantly third wheeling around Ron and 'Mione."

"No, not at all. But what about Ginny? If you don't mind me asking." Mya adds, puffing out her cheeks awkwardly.

"We kind of fizzled out." Harry said with downcast eyes and a small shrug. "It wasn't as fun without the danger."

"That's why you're so excited about M- Ysa. You miss the adventure of it all." The blonde realised, diverting her flecked green eyes. "Huh, who'd of thought? Harry James Potter, the boy who claimed he hated the attention relishes in the fact that he has a secret admirer. Eh- no offence." She says quickly, catching Harry's expression. "I didn't mean it like that."

"No no, I get it." Harry says with a deep breath. He runs a hand through his jet black hair before ruffling it, making it even more messy then it was before.

Finally a small smile appears on his face, "I guess I kind of do." Harry muttered. "I don't miss Voldemort, not one bit. But through the last seven years, there's always been something going on, and I guess I kind of do miss it. I craved the peace, but now it's like torture. I know I'm not making much sense."

Mya smiles softly, "To me you're not. But so long as you're making sense to yourself, then that's all that matters."

***

Dear Ysa

Hey, it's Harry again. I noticed (Well, Hermione did) that there wasn't a stamp on this letter. Either you accidentally did put the last one on, or somebody's messing with you.

I just wanted to say thanks for saying what you did, it was really nice of you. Even if you technically wrote it down in a letter instead of saying it to my face.

It doesn't matter- just, thank you.

I think you're exaggerating in that last bit though, everybody's breathing free right now because they fought for and earned their freedom.

-Harry Potter

P.S

Can I ask what the inspiration for Mr Freddie's name was?

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A/N

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