The Bang Letter

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Dear Death,

What a scare!

A boy my age slammed open the door.
Apparently, he didn't hear me and thought it was an empty compartment. I said sorry and tried to leave.

Who was I to think that I can have a compartment to myself.

A boy came inside the train compartment and told me I could stay.

Can't believe he let me stay even though I'm a burden. I tried to stay small in the corner and write to you quietly.

He is still talking to me which is strange. He still has not told me what he wants. Usually Dudley just gets what he wants from me and leave or kicks me away.

Oh no now he is asking me why I'm writing. I don't want anyone to know that you are my friend. I don't want anyone to take you away from me too.

Your friend,
Harry

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