Letter Home

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Letter home

Hogwarts,

Edinburgh,

Scotland,

BRITAIN

Leam,

Gneeveguilla,

Rathmore,

Co. Kerry,

IRELAND

23-11-97

Dear Mum,

How are things at home? I miss you. I love 6th year, but I can’t help but feel that with each passing day the war draws ever closer, another death is announced, another student pulled from the school by worried parents.  Despite all that is going on, I’m doing okay…at least I think I am. I don’t know about Johnny though. He seems… distant. He sits outside in the rain without moving a muscle. He takes in his surroundings. The smell of freshly mown grass, of the rain as it falls in perfect drops, the smell of a leather quaffle flying through the air. I know he’s grieving but I hope he opens up soon. I miss my best friend. I made a new friend. Her name is Ginny. She’s friends with Harry Potter. There is no doubt in my mind that Gryffindor is the only place the sorting hat considered for her. I know that the war is dangerous but I so badly want to help. I need to help because if I don’t have something to do, I will go mad. The Death Eaters take corporate punishment to a new level. There is another student tortured every day. The painful whimpering cries for help echo around the corridors of our ancient castle. Our castle which can sense our pain and tries to protect us. As we run back to our dorms after a night of training, the castle helps to guide us back safely. Quidditch is starting tomorrow. We’re playing Slytherin in what is always an edge of your seat, biting your fingernails type of match. I can’t wait to get back out there. It’s been a while. What better way to start than someone trying to push me off my broom? I feel ready though. Hopefully, we can come away with the win. My classes are great. They’re different. Darker. I think they are trying to turn Hogwarts into a training academy for young Death Eaters. I won’t fall into the trap though. I don’t want to be like them. A killer. I love our Hogsmeade trips. They’re a ray of sunshine in an otherwise gloomy day. Winter’s coming and I can’t wait for snow. I wish I could come home for Christmas but I understand why I can’t. Because of this, I am going to send your presents with this letter. Don’t open them before Christmas morning or I will know. There’s a Christmas ball coming up. I hope I get to go to Hogmeade before to buy something to wear. Tell everyone I said hi and I love them. I wish I could explain in more detail but owls can be intercepted. Harry Potter is innocent of any crimes. He is on a mission to save our world as we know it and he needs support.

Don’t believe everything you read and remember to be safe.

Love you loads,

Ciarraí