September 13th 1996
Dear Harry,
What can I possibly say to you? I'm getting better? I built up the courage and left the Death Eaters?
I'm not and I haven't.
Everything has lost its appeal to me. Even bloody chocolate. On a serious note, however, it's true. I find myself sat in a room detesting everything I hear or see. I snapped at Luna Lovegood yesterday, and I usually tolerate her. I didn't enjoy guessing the riddle to our dorm room and Charms was less than interesting.
The only thing that matters now is the build up to the war.
Farewell,
A.
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Dear Harry (letters to Harry Potter)
FanfictionAlice has done something very, very bad. Overcome by guilt, she picks up a quill, writing to the one person who repels her completely. These are the letters she wrote. //inspired by "ketchup clouds" but also an idea that's been skirting around my br...
