Nine months

Dear Mum and Dad,

I'm sorry I haven't written to you since we got back to school. I would love to continue to lie, and say that I was busy with schoolwork, but truthfully I haven't had the stomach for that recently. I'm sorry, I promise I'm trying to get up to date with it all. But there's been a bit of an implication.

This isn't really something I can say on parchment, so I'm asking my head of house to Floo us (the thing when we appear in the fireplace) to talk to you at home on Saturday the 22nd, nice and early, just as you like it. I'm sorry, I'll have to explain more then.

There's not much else to say. Ron's fine, as blunt as a hammer as always. Harry's not as well, I'm afraid, he's not been the same since the Ministry battle, when he lost his Godfather. I'm not sure what to do about him- he's acting strangely, he won't eat, he won't sleep, he's hanging round with some dodgy people.

Still, there's not much you can do, is there? I hope our meeting on Saturday isn't this brief.

Love, Hermione xxx