Topic #188 two letters
Dear Peter Pettigrew Scabbers,
I thought Sirius was nutters when he tried to tell us you weren't really a rat. That you were his old friend, Peter Pettigrew. You'd been the Weasley pet for twelve years. Yes, I said you weren't much at times, okay a lot, but I didn't always mean it. I felt terrible when I thought Hermione's stupid cat, Crookshanks, had eaten you in the dormitory that night. Wouldn't speak to her for days. She insisted the cat wasn't to blame, but the thing had been eyeing you since the Magical Menagerie. Blasted cat, he was.
You turned up alive that night and I was so happy to see you, but then found out hardly an hour later you were none other than a mass murderer who turned over Harry's parents to You-Know-Who because you were a bloody spy.
I was angry at Hermione for days when I thought her cat had eaten you for a midnight snack, but now I think I wish he had.
Ron
Dear Hermione,
This may come as a shock to you, but I do feel badly about the way I treated you this year. First the bit about telling Professor McGonagall about Harry's Firebolt and then your stu--.. about Crookshanks. I was more in awe of the Firebolt itself than Harry's safety. And, okay, yes. You were right. Sirius Black did send Harry the Firebolt like you'd thought all along. Except for it being cursed. That, you were wrong about.
Right. So, I'm apologizing for the way I made you feel and for not helping with Buckbeak's case the first time around. Daft Ministry had already made up their minds anyway and didn't bother looking at any of our research at the trial or mine for the appeal.
I reckon I should start trusting your judgement more since you do have the habit of being right about things. Well, that's about it I suppose.
Ron
Muse: Ron Weasley
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 325
I thought Sirius was nutters when he tried to tell us you weren't really a rat. That you were his old friend, Peter Pettigrew. You'd been the Weasley pet for twelve years. Yes, I said you weren't much at times, okay a lot, but I didn't always mean it. I felt terrible when I thought Hermione's stupid cat, Crookshanks, had eaten you in the dormitory that night. Wouldn't speak to her for days. She insisted the cat wasn't to blame, but the thing had been eyeing you since the Magical Menagerie. Blasted cat, he was.
You turned up alive that night and I was so happy to see you, but then found out hardly an hour later you were none other than a mass murderer who turned over Harry's parents to You-Know-Who because you were a bloody spy.
I was angry at Hermione for days when I thought her cat had eaten you for a midnight snack, but now I think I wish he had.
Ron
Dear Hermione,
This may come as a shock to you, but I do feel badly about the way I treated you this year. First the bit about telling Professor McGonagall about Harry's Firebolt and then your stu--.. about Crookshanks. I was more in awe of the Firebolt itself than Harry's safety. And, okay, yes. You were right. Sirius Black did send Harry the Firebolt like you'd thought all along. Except for it being cursed. That, you were wrong about.
Right. So, I'm apologizing for the way I made you feel and for not helping with Buckbeak's case the first time around. Daft Ministry had already made up their minds anyway and didn't bother looking at any of our research at the trial or mine for the appeal.
I reckon I should start trusting your judgement more since you do have the habit of being right about things. Well, that's about it I suppose.
Ron
Muse: Ron Weasley
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 325