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Bruja y Mago Diario
1 Novembre, 1997

MADRID, SPAIN— The city is positively abuzz with delight! The ranks of Witches and Wizards of standing have widened to admit a stellar new addition, the Malfoys of London and Wiltshire! Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, along with charming young Master Draco Malfoy, attended a soiree last night at the home of Jose Luis de la Mora. Young Master Malfoy was said to be quite taken with the beautiful eldest daughter of the prominent family, Cristalena. Is love blooming?

Owl to Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter
Hogwart Castle, North of England
27 October, 1997

Dear Draco,

I hope you're happy, that stupid bint Lisa Turpin saw my cloak clasp and now she's spreading rumors all over the castle that I have something going with Professor Sinistra. Because that is really the most OBVIOUS conclusion. I hate girls.

The funniest thing happened the other day. I know you'll appreciate this. Ron got an owl from his Mum that looked just like a Howler, only it was really big, and it exploded all over the breakfast table and showered confetti everywhere and this big smoking pink heart came out that said "Ron + Susan". You know, Susan Bones, from Hufflepuff. I didn't even know he liked her. And the best part was the song, you should have--

I have to go. I’ll write when I can.

Yours always,

Harry

P.S. The glass is still there if you ever want to go back and pick it up, you know.

Owl to Harry Potter from Draco Malfoy
Durmstrang Castle
17 October, 1997

Dear Harry,

The eggs are no better without a hangover, believe me. Perhaps I’ll give up breakfast altogether and then my svelte seeker’s physique will become gaunt and gangly. My cheeks will become hollow instead of artistically sculpted. I’ll be so weak I’ll barely be able to consume the French chocolates my mother sent yesterday. It will be a tragedy, and then when I die of starvation, reform will be instituted after an appropriate period of mourning. I will be a martyr to the cause of breakfast.

Did I really say your eyes looked like seaweed? That was a clever metaphor. Really, though, they look more like the little pebbles of glass that wash up on the seashore, the ones that are all smooth and clear. They’re really quite pretty. I wanted to pick them up, that time, at Brighton. My Father wouldn’t let me touch them.

I really wanted to touch them.

Yours,

Draco

P.S. Did I tell that your Halloween Ball was going to be quite boring? I suggest you find something else to do.

Owl to Arthur and Molly Weasley from Ronald Weasley
Hogwarts Castle, North of England
19 October, 1997

Dear Mum and Dad,

Dad, no, don't talk to Harry whatever you do! I just wondered what he'd done was all and I thought I'd ask. Promise you won't talk to him! And don't ask questions about the BOWTIE your son is in need here!

Mum did you have to do that? It exploded at table before I could get it to my room and there was confetti everywhere, and the giant pink heart with Ron + Susan on it made a bunch of smoke and put everyone off breakfast! I had to give the chocolates to Seamus to make him shut up!

Love your son

Ron

Top Secret Owl to Ronald Weasley from Arthur Weasley
The Burrow
17 October, 1997

Dear Ronald,

Now don't get upset son but you might be getting a big package from your Mum! She means well don't open it at table whatever you do! Take it straight to your room!

What the devil is wrong with Ginny? It isn't that boy again is it I send a strongly worded letter to his parents and all I got back was a Howler with nothing in it but a great big HAHAHAHA so I don't understand but you tell her that if her innocence has been besmirched or compromised or rearranged in any way, I will kill that boy!

Lupin is fine can't say more TOP SECRET (see the front of the owl I wrote top secret on it and all that) now what is the matter with Harry? Shall I have a talk with him?

Your loving
Dad

Enclosed: One vibrating BOWTIE Ron you have got to start learning Muggle language you know! And what do you plan to do with this thing? Let me know how it works!

Owl To Arthur and Molly Weasley from Ron Weasley
Hogwarts Castle, North of England
15 October, 1997

Dear Mum and Dad,

Alright I've had it. Somebody has to tell me what is going on around here. I know you two know, you know everything! What the bleeding Merlin is Ginny up to? Where is Lupin? Is Harry in some sort of trouble with Dumbledore?

I am losing my sodding mind up here.

Love your son
Ron

P.S. Susan Bones asked me to the Halloween Ball. Mum help me!

P.P.S. MUM DON'T READ THIS BIT. Dad, do you still have that Muggle thing you charmed, that tiebow thing? The one that was supposed to spin but vibrated instead? Only I might need it.

Owl To Draco Malfoy From Harry Potter
Hogwarts Castle, North of England
7 October, 1997


Dear Draco,

Perhaps if you didn’t try to eat your sodding eggs with a sodding hangover they wouldn’t be so sodding runny.

I am so happy that you feel better, and I am thrilled to hear how lucky I am to be at Hogwarts. How right you are. I couldn’t be luckier. If I weren’t at Hogwarts, then I wouldn’t have friends to spy on me, a Headmaster to yell at me, and a step-Godfather to give me advice on a subject that he knows ABSOLUTELY BLOODY NOTHING ABOUT.

Yours,

The Boy Who Lived Only to Have Eyes the Colour of Seaweed

P.S. I’ve heard Brighton was lovely but how would I know, I’VE NEVER BEEN TO THE SEASHORE.

Owl to Remus Lupin from Harry Potter
Hogwarts Castle, North of England
5 October, 1997

Dear Professor,

Dear God. I've been sitting here staring at a blank parchment for three hours. I've no idea what to say to you.

Who told you? Hermione? Ginny? Nosy little twats. I expect they ran straight to you with stories of how Harry was engaged in all sorts of depravities with Malfoy. I am beginning to hate the two of them.

I suppose I might as well tell you the truth, hadn't I? If not you'll all conspire to hold me down and pour Veritaserum down my throat.

At the beginning of summer hols, Malfoy and I discovered that we had somehow gotten our trunks switched. We started writing to each other, trying to agree on a plan to meet and get them switched back. For a while we traded insults, as we always did. As we still do. Then we actually started getting along, a bit. It was weird.

We finally agreed that he'd fly over one night and pick up his trunk himself, late, after the Dursleys were in bed. I went up on the roof to wait for him. I fell asleep waiting, and when I woke up, he was there.

Anyway, he stayed most of the night, and we talked for hours. He named all the stars for me. I was always crap at Astronomy, but it's his favorite subject. We talked about school and Quidditch and how I really hate the Dursleys and how his parents expect so much of him, and how Goyle secretly loves Muggle opera (HAH!!), and how Ron hides caramel creams in his bedside table in an old cigar box and pitches fits if anyone eats them.

It was odd talking to Malfoy like he was a normal person. Because he just isn't, you know, and it's not just that he's a right bastard but he just isn't LIKE anyone else. And hell, what am I even talking about? I can't explain this.

I didn't talk to him for a week, and by that time I was at the Burrow and I'd heard about the trial.

He's so different when you're alone with him, Remus. He's just, well, he's a good friend. I never ever thought I'd say that, but it's true. He's funny and smart and nice when you least expect it. And of course he's a complete ass most times, but as he says, it's part of his charm.

I have to stop now, I'm trying to write under covers and I'm about to wake Ron and the others. Please don't tell anyone any of this, Professor. Please. I didn't tell anyone else. Because of the liking blokes thing, but mostly because it's Malfoy, and I can't understand it, and I can't explain it. I just want to be let alone, and to keep writing him. What harm can there be in that?

I don't expect you to understand a word of it. Which is why I told no one. You certainly can't even begin to imagine what it's like.

Harry

P.S. Look over all the cross-outs, I can't bloody well see under here.

P.P.S. I lo Lov Me too. You know what I

mean.


( I fell asleep on the roof )

Owl to Harry Potter from Draco Malfoy
Durmstrang Castle
3 October, 1997

Dear Harry,

You'll be pleased to note that my head no longer hurts but these bloody arseholes don't know how to mix a Bubbling Cauldron. Nor a proper hangover remedy. They seem to consider it some sort of test of masculinity to endure a hangover the morning after, which is just not fecking on.

And I can't get a decent cup of sodding tea and my sodding eggs are always sodding runny. In case you were wondering.

In other news, it's too bloody damned cold here. You are lucky to be at Hogwarts.

Unhappily,

Draco

P.S. I hear that that Halloween Ball is going to be the height of boredom. Stay in your dorm and read a nice book, it'll be a new experience. Better yet, go for a walk.