Dear Saige,
I'm writing this to you as you're asleep in the infirmary. I wish Madam Pomfrey had let me stay longer, but with bloody curfew and all, she kicked me out before bed. You only passed out, but it felt like you were... it felt like something worse had happened. I was really worried for you.
I'm sorry I've been such an arse lately. My scar's been hurting more often and I suppose it's just been getting to me. I promise that I'll tell you about it when it happens again, it's just difficult to explain sometimes, I guess.
Hope you won't be mad when you wake up.
Missing you,
Harry
-- a/n --
guess who's writing again? :) :)
it's been bloody ages, I know, but I'm feeling.. inspired? refreshed? especially eccentric? I don't know, really, but it's nice to be back.
much love,
L
VOUS LISEZ
lumos/ h.p.
Fantasy'all you have to do is say lumos and i will be there for you, potter' in which the chosen one receives a letter every morning at breakfast from a talented little nobody hp x oc- lowercase intended harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban
