Harry smiled as he finished reading the letter. It was kind of weird when he thought of it; here he was 18 going on 11 and having the first letter from his parents ever in his entire life. Comforting yet strange. His mum seemed to feel he was still a child and though technically he was, she seemed to think he was younger than his 11-year-old appearance. Was that normal? Harry wasn't sure if he should ask anyone, but eventually thought he'd be better off working it into conversation with Hermione.
So. His dad wanted him to play some pranks and not get caught. Snape's class was coming up; he'd have to see what he could do. If only to prepare the man for when Leon came to school. That was the real prankster of the family. Actually, Harry was surprised that his father even implied he should do some joking around. Usually he saved that kind of instruction for his other son, the one that all the other adults said took after James. Leon was a natural in the air and loved to play jokes. His sisters were somewhere in-between. The original-Harry had been a prankster but not a flier. Or at least not a good flier. And if Harry had to admit it, he hadn't been that good of a prankster either. He usually replayed Leon's ideas months after the original hit someone, changing a few things here and there.
But now it seemed like his dad was warming up to him again. That was odd. He'd have to work that into conversation with Hermione as well to see if it was normal.
Harry decided to write a letter to all his siblings. No sense in just addressing one to his folks.
Dear little Lily,
Hiya, shortstuff. Well, here it is my first full day of school and I have to say I miss you terribly. You're not around for me to pick up and put on my shoulders, you're not there for me to tickle you, so you'll have to be content with the minor tickling charm I put on this letter. Every time you read it, you'll be tickled. I want you to know that I miss you very much and am looking forward to Christmas when I come home. I'll see you then. Take care and no more crying. Love you.
Dear Leon,
You in my room yet? If you are, watch out for the monster under the bed. Not to worry about the rest of the family, I used an effigy of you to get him good and riled up. If you want to stay in my bed, you better get used to jumping from at least three feet away from the bed. Old Harvey has a long reach.
Dear Shelia,
Attached to this note is a care package with some cold cuts and rolls. I know you and Rose don't want to keep eating cereal for breakfast until I get back in December. I'll try to send you more treats the next time you send me a letter. That's a hint by the way.
Dear Rose,
Your sister Shelia has some ham contraband. If you want some as well, I'd advise sending me a letter and telling me what's going on in your life. And by the way, you will find a very helpful tome in the kitchen, in the back of the pantry, behind the jars of pasta. It has a red cover. Get it. Open it. Read it. It will help you like it helped me. It is called: A Cookbook for Beginners. It talks about potatoes there.
Dear Sylvia,
How's school for you? Enjoying being a big girl now? Torment your other older brother for me will you? I miss you. It's boring here at Hogwarts as classes haven't started yet, but give it time and I'm sure it'll become interesting. Have fun this term!
Love you guys!
Harry re-read the letter to make sure all the specific points were there. He told his sisters he cared and loved them, and put a scare into Leon. Good enough. Maybe he'd even have to shadow-travel to his old room one night and see if Leon was there. And if there, perhaps scare the crap out of him by trying to grab his ankles when he gets out of bed, like any good monster under the bed would do. The letter done, Harry spelled it to only tickle little Lily when she touched it and then rolled it up.
He looked at the family owl, Lost, and shook his head sadly. A month ago when he'd gone to Diagon Alley his mum suggested getting him his own owl and Harry had jumped at the chance. They went to the store but there was no sign of Hedwig. He hadn't bothered after that and instead told his mum that the family owl would be good enough for now. He agreed to tell her if he changed his mind.
Both letters rolled and sealed, Harry gave a little more sausage to the owl and then offered the parcel to the bird. Lost took the letters in one claw and then flapped out of the Hall. Harry watched the bird fly out. He couldn't wait to get back in the air himself.
Today was Monday, September 2nd, 1991. It was time to get ready for classes. It was going to be an interesting week.
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