Harry,

It's three weeks into the summer holidays. Something's definitely wrong. It's been two months of silence. I'm really worried about you.

Whatever these letters mean to you, you're my friend whether you like it or not and friends tell eachother when something is wrong.

Even if you don't want to talk for a while, I'll understand. Send me one fucking word for all I care, I just need to know you're okay, that you're alive.

Please Harry, I'm begging you. I really don't want to have to visit the Dursleys as I promised you I'd never go again but you're really scaring me.

Love,

the girl who's freaking out.