It was early in the morning when Harry heard Hedwig tapping on his window, awakening him from his nightmare of the happenings at the world cup to which he was grateful for. But then he saw the time; 5:30 am.

Hedwig was a clever owl. She didn't normally disturb Harry until at least 7 o'clock in the morning, knowing Harry doesn't really get a lot of sleep with his nightmares. That and he didn't need to be up any earlier.

Even so, Harry sighed and trudged over to the window, opening it quietly, to not disturb the snoring boys in his dorm.

As Harry took the letter from Hedwig, another thought dawned on him. Now that he thought about it, Hedwig had never delivered a letter to the boys dorm, she would always wait to give Harry the letter in the Great Hall at breakfast with the other owls.

Unless it must be urgent.

Silently scrambling over to his bed, Harry sat down and tore the letter open, allowing his eyes to fall upon the neat scrawl. It was from Eleanor. Immediately a smile graced the boys lips.

He began to read the words of the letter and Harry felt bile rise in his throat the more he read the letter. Harry knew he had gone pale, and his hands were shaking slightly.

Running a hand through his hair, all drowsiness leaving his body, Harry went and grabbed some parchment and ink from his trunk.

Eleanor knew. She knew about the lies...

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Dear the girl who is mad at me,

I know at the moment the last thing you want is for me to talk to you but please read this.

I'm sorry for lying. I'm sorry for everything. It's just my situation is complicated to explain. I didn't tell you at first because I didn't know how to put it into words but also because I didn't know you that well and I didn't know if I could trust you with my secret.

I also didn't tell you because I'm selfish. I didn't want your views to change of me. I'm scared that once you find out the truth things between us will be different. I don't want anything to change. It was so nice to have some normality in my life; for someone to not know anything about me and to have a clean slate to work off. It was so nice.

As you know, I lied about what school I go to. I don't go to St. Brutus's. I never did. It was a lie because I couldn't tell you what school I went to. I was scared too.

I got the name off my uncle. He had made up an elaborate lie to tell my aunt Marge so he didn't reveal where I disappeared to each year. They were disgraced by it. Just like they are disgraced by my parents. My parents were just like me you see, and that's why my aunt and uncle hate me and try to conceal me because they are scared of what I am.

Not everything I told you was a lie. I am called Harry. I am actually fourteen years old. My best friends are actually Hermione and Ron. The school I do go to is in Scotland and you could say it's a private school because only certain people are allowed in. My parents are dead. Everything I've told you is true apart from some stuff about my school.

Look, I can't explain everything about me and my school in a letter. I know it's a lot to ask but can you wait till next summer and we can meet up. I promise I will tell you everything. Everything about my school and what my aunt and uncle try to hide about me. I swear I will tell you everything.

Please don't hate me,

Harry.

(Aw, Harry. I actually love him so much.)