Dear Harry,

Did you hear the news about Sirius Black? He went to Azkaban for killing your parents and someone else named, I think Peter? Some say he is out to get to you.

Could I just say that you look different? Is that the word? Breathtaking. That's it. You're breathtaking. You grew taller, you're hair even more messy than before. I swear you're green eyes just became even more special; like a green I've never seen before. (Take into consideration that I'm a slytherin and green is everywhere)

And I'm so sorry about Draco. He can be a prat sometimes. Really. As if jumping in front of a hippogriff was the best idea in the world. And then I had to listen to Pansy Parkinson cooing and treating him, like he just came back as a victorious war soldier. It's just a scratch, and it healed. 

I can't wait for Professor Lupin's class tomorrow. It's our first class  with him, I think it's gonna be great. Compared to Quirrel and Lockhart, he seems normal.  

For the past two years, you scowled at the slytherins. You glared at Draco when he did something. When I'm with Draco and you give a glare to me too, I look deep in your eyes; hoping to find something. Something that'll show that you care for me too. Something to show, that maybe, just maybe, you love me too.

With love,

Cordelia