August 17

Harry,

WHAT?!

Are you—how—I don't even know where to start! Except what the hell is going on at your school?! Are you sure it's actually a school and not, I don't know, an elaborately disguised gladiator arena?

Your friend thought, in your first year of school (I think you've mentioned four, so you were what, eleven?) that you might have gotten killed. By what? Why was there (oh, please tell me it's not still there) something in your school that could kill you, that first years apparently could get to? I guess if she thought you'd be expelled you weren't supposed to be there, but still!

And why did your school not go on lockdown or something if there was someone going around attacking students? Especially if they ended up in the hospital! How did people seriously think you could have done it (you were like, twelve, right?), and why the hell did none of your teachers help you?! And the death tournament! I'm almost afraid to ask what actually happened since apparently none of your teachers cared enough to help you survive it!

Are you sure you want to go back there in September? You could transfer somewhere with people who are possibly sane and that has responsible adults. Seriously, why are your twin friends and this Hermione girl the only people who've helped you? I constantly terrorize my classmates and teachers with pranks, but I'm pretty sure none of them would ignore me if I was actually in danger!

Sorry for the ranting I guess, but you better tell me if anything like that starts happening when you go back. I just started getting to know you, but the way you mentioned all of that makes me worried, and I don't want you to get seriously hurt before I get the chance to meet you in person! If this stuff is normal enough that you just casually mention it in letters, your life is insane.

Speaking of insanity, I found some pictures that probably got taken during a prank war; even Mom has trouble telling the people apart, but the ones I'm sending have either your dad or Sirius in them (probably).

Also, how the heck did you manage to send me miniature fireworks? They're amazing, I set them up in my backyard and they barely went over the fence but it still looked really neat. The look on Aoko's face when they went off after I threw water on them was hilarious. She was so surprised she couldn't even yell at me for a whole minute afterwards! I need to figure out how they did that, I have so many new ideas…

As for the rest of your letter, you clearly need to learn better escape techniques if you've been doing that much cleaning. You should tell them you want to spend more time with Sirius before you have to go off to school (you said it's a boarding school right?). Just be sure to look a bit sad and lonely when you ask about it, then they'll feel guilty for not letting you spend time together.

Please tell me the craziness of your school life isn't what got you stuck in a haunted mansion over summer.

Kaito

A/N: Two chapters in a week! For the same fic even! Hopefully the muse will stay with me for a while longer...