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September 1st, 1970

 

Dear Mum,

This letter comes to you from the first year boys Gryffindor dorm.

Yep, you read that right, Gryffindor. I’ll wait for you to stop laughing.

You done? Great.

Looks like phase two of project ‘Trick the Wizarding World’ is off to a brilliant start.

On the Express, I stuck with Cousin James Potter. He’s an awesome straight man and a typical Gryffindor. I’m sure that we’re going to be ‘best friends’, and I have no idea how Great Aunt Dorea let her godson grow up so clueless.  

We ran into this redheaded Muggleborn girl early in the trip and, of course, he fell instantly in love. She’s best friends with Cousin Eileen’s son Severus, you know my ‘nemesis’, so we threw fake insults at each other before dragging our friends off to separate compartments.

 You were right about the train journey being all about politics.

Groan….

Many of the older purebloods who are into that sort of thing came by to try to figure out where I fall in terms of the family. My favourite visit was when old Lucy Malfoy stopped in during his ‘rounds’ as a new prefect. He tried to bribe me with the ‘secret’ to sorting Slytherin.  Of course, he didn’t talk about the Hat directly, but kept telling me; ‘focus on your Family ambitions when the time comes’. I nearly laughed in his face.

It wasn’t his fault that our family shares the secrets of the Sorting Hat before we arrive at Hogwarts. After all, our ancestors helped with the original working for the bloody thing.  

One of the many good things about being a Black, I was early in the sorting line, third this year. Harvey says hello and that he misses teatime. I promised him that I’d try to live up to your example.

He loved my idea of sorting Gryffindor, said it was a prank worthy of Slytherin and Gryffindor (aka Sal and Ric). He said that they were best friends back in the day. We chatted for a long time, so I looked like a hat-stall. We even made it look like we were arguing. When he finally shouted GRYFFINDOR you could hear a pin drop, everyone was so shocked. I’ll show you a pensieve memory over Yule.

Finally, Jamie started cheering, which broke the ice. He joined me at the Gryffindor table later, naturally. Dumbledore’s eyes looked like stars they were twinkling so hard. You know he’s going to try to use this to get me on his side.

 

Your move,

Siri