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WARNING: Contains HUGE Order of the Phoenix spoilers. Read no further unless you've read the fifth book.
A/N: Inspired by Alice Walker's The Color Purple. After Sirius fell through the veil, everyone except Harry considered him dead. Convinced that his godfather had escaped to a safer hiding place, Harry writes regularly to him, almost as one would write a journal. View the sixth year at Hogwarts through Harry's eyes and unread letters to his missing godfather.
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Hopefully should update Sundays - keeping no promises.
It's been a month since I last spoke to you. Hedwig hasn't been able to find you to deliver letters from me. Are you okay? You got hit by Bellatrix's curse pretty hard. I've been worried about you, but I'm sure you're okay. Just lying low again, right?
Hermione and Ron have been pretty quiet too. I've had a letter or two, but I think they're staying at your old house again. They didn't seem to have much to say, either, except that I can go and stay with them soon. But they do seem to be taking this security thing a bit too far. They keep saying you're dead, and telling me that they're sorry. You're not dead, though, are you? Just hiding from the Dementors again. I don't want you back in Azkaban, so please be careful.
Uncle Vernon has been relatively nice to me since the holidays started. Well, maybe not nice. More like he completely ignores me, but at least now I'm allowed to do pretty much what I like. You have to remind me to thank Moody for that. They aren't even making me stick to Dudley's diet. (Not that he's sticking to it either, the fat pig.)
It's my birthday tomorrow. I hope you'll be thinking about me, even if you can't contact me. I know I'll be thinking about you. I wish I could come and live with you, instead of being stuck here. You're my last proper family, and I bet you know some great stories about Dad when he was at Hogwarts. When the war is over, and you can come back out of hiding, we'll have some great times! I'm sure you (and Remus if he ever loosens up) can teach me some brilliant tricks.
Speaking of Remus, have you heard from him? I think I must have done something to upset him. Hermione told me in her last letter that he had only come out of his room three times since arriving there. Have I offended him at all? I'm really not sure what I've done, but if you talk to him, can you tell him I didn't mean it?
You'll be pleased to know that my scar hasn't hurt at all since I came home from Hogwarts. Either Voldemort is lying low, or my Occlumency lessons finally came through! I bought a book, secretly, about it, and I've been practicing my hardest. The sooner I can learn it, the better I'll be able to help you all when it comes to getting rid of Voldemort. We will do it, won't we?
Got to finish now, Mrs. Figg is knocking on the door. Dudley's forcing Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia to take him to see a film, so I'll be staying with her. It's much better now I know she's a witch. Well, a Squib. She tells me loads of funny stories, and we have much more fun than looking at photos of her cats.
Owl me as soon as you can, okay? And take care.
Chapter, or 'letter' two will be up next week. Apologies for the shortness.