4, Privet Drive
Little Whinging
20 June 1994

Sirius,

          I'm so relieved to hear you're all right. And Buckbeak too. I don't know how much you know about it, but the night both of you got away he was supposed to have been executed for hurting one of the students. It wasn't his fault; Draco Malfoy—that's the name of the student, he's a moronic git—provoked him, even after Hagrid told us what would happen if we didn't treat the Hippogriffs with respect. Unfortunately, Malfoy's father has the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures in his pocket, and there was nothing Hagrid could do to save him legally.

          So we can say you're both wrongly convicted fugitives. I hope you two get along and manage to stay safe.

          Moreover, I hope we can find a way to clear your name. I can't believe Pettigrew escaped! We should have knocked him out or something before leaving the Shrieking Shack, that way he wouldn't have had a chance to get away, why didn't I think of that? Hermione and I used a Time-Turner to get Buckbeak to you, and the whole time I was looking for a way to stop Pettigrew from escaping, but there wasn't any opportunity, and Hermione kept yelling in my ear that we shouldn't be seen, we shouldn't be seen, we shouldn't be seen... So Pettigrew ran away. Again.

          I can't thank you enough for the Firebolt. It's the most fantastic thing I've ever owned. I spent a good part of last summer staring at the one on display at Quality Quidditch Supplies, dreaming of how it would feel to ride it, and now I can tell you it's the most wonderful experience. So fast, but always in absolute control, it seems to guess my thoughts and respond to them quicker than my limbs would do. In my first ride on it, I caught the Snitch in ten seconds!

          Also, thanks for the permission to visit Hogsmeade, my uncle had refused to sign the form. But how did you know I needed it?

          Oh, and Ron asked me to thank you for the owl. He was really happy. I don't know how he's going to explain his change of pets to his mother, though. Somehow I don't reckon she'll believe him if he tells her that Scabbers turned out to be a man who is thought to be dead for almost thirteen years.

          Speaking of owls, it's okay if you want to write to me again. It's true that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don't like owl post. Last summer was the first time they allowed me to let Hedwig out at night to hunt, as long as I didn't send any letters—before that they made me keep her locked in her cage, and she was miserable. But now I told them that my godfather is a convicted murderer that broke out of prison, and that you'll be upset if you don't hear from me from time to time, so they have no more objections to owl post. (I hope you don't mind. They have been treating me a lot better since then.)

          It's true you scared the hell out of me that night when I took the Knight Bus. It didn't help that Prof. Trelawney, my Divination teacher, saw the Grim in my tea leaves, while all year I kept seeing this huge black dog staring right at me everywhere I went. But it's all right, it's funny to think of it now.

          Take good care of yourself, and you send word to me if you ever need any help. I'll do anything I can. I wish I could do more.

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written by Morgan D.
September 6th, 2003

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