Owl Post: Harry Potter
Dear Harry,
I wasn't even truly aware how much I lost when I lost my memory. Apparently more than I thought.
There have been people that have reintroduced themselves or have insisted that I know them, but for the life of me, I cannot place them.
I've regained some memories, however, which is actually why I'm writing to you. There have been many dreams playing like movies through my head and while all the images don't always make sense, there are things that I have learned from them. Though fact or fiction remains to be seen. I can't think that you'd be in these dreams at all unless there was a grain of truth to them.
Some time ago I received flowers from a man -- Sirius Black, whom is not as dead as part of me thinks he should be. I remember thoughts - veils fluttering that both took away and returned him to you. I'm still not quite sure how I was involved in all that.
Maybe it's all just wishful thinking on my part, your godfather is rather handsome, after all.
But I digress. There are all sorts of things that came up in my dreams of late. Arguments with you. Lizards that walked on two legs and could communicate living deep in the mountains, slave trades, gambling, flying cars, surfing in the States and of all things, you calling me "mum".
Granted you weren't involved in all of those things directly, but tangentially in some.
Maybe these are all flights of fancy. I've been rumored to have quite a few of those.
But just in case that I'm not as crazy as all that, I thought I should tell you--
I remember.
Luna
I wasn't even truly aware how much I lost when I lost my memory. Apparently more than I thought.
There have been people that have reintroduced themselves or have insisted that I know them, but for the life of me, I cannot place them.
I've regained some memories, however, which is actually why I'm writing to you. There have been many dreams playing like movies through my head and while all the images don't always make sense, there are things that I have learned from them. Though fact or fiction remains to be seen. I can't think that you'd be in these dreams at all unless there was a grain of truth to them.
Some time ago I received flowers from a man -- Sirius Black, whom is not as dead as part of me thinks he should be. I remember thoughts - veils fluttering that both took away and returned him to you. I'm still not quite sure how I was involved in all that.
Maybe it's all just wishful thinking on my part, your godfather is rather handsome, after all.
But I digress. There are all sorts of things that came up in my dreams of late. Arguments with you. Lizards that walked on two legs and could communicate living deep in the mountains, slave trades, gambling, flying cars, surfing in the States and of all things, you calling me "mum".
Granted you weren't involved in all of those things directly, but tangentially in some.
Maybe these are all flights of fancy. I've been rumored to have quite a few of those.
But just in case that I'm not as crazy as all that, I thought I should tell you--
I remember.
Luna