1DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Please Note this is only my second attempt at a story. I am not English so if there is an American edge to it, well I am American - deal.
For the purpose of this story, Ron did not make up with Harry until Cedric died and they were on the train. Hermione stood by Ron, not Harry, and she too did not try and make up to Harry until the train ride home.
Meddling
The trip to the bank was enlightening and productive, and I still had plenty of daylight left.
At the stroke of midnight on my birthday all funds, less 1 Sikle, will be transferred to my money pouch.
No one will be getting their money, and that couldn't make me happier.
If they wanted to meddle, well I can meddle even better. The hat did want to sort me into Slytherin after all.
July 17, 1995
Dear Ron,
Hey mate. I haven't heard from you this summer so I wanted to see how things were. What's going on at the Burrow? How is the family? What is the Prophet saying? Has Voldemort been busy? The Cannons won any games?
I haven't heard from Hermione, I hope she is okay.
Hope to hear from you soon mate.
Your friend,
Harry
July 17, 1995
Dear Hermione,
I haven't heard from you this summer so I wanted to see how things were. How's your trip with your parents? Are you back yet? Did you get all your school work done yet? I've started on mine.
What is the Prophet saying? Has Voldemort been busy?
I haven't heard from Ron or any Weasley. I hope that they are all okay.
Hope to hear from you soon 'Mione.
Your friend,
Harry
July 17, 1995
Dear Dad,
I miss you. I followed the instruction in the package you left for me at the end of the year. I hope calling you dad isn't too much. James will always be my father, but I never knew him. I don't even remember him. If it bothers you I can go back to calling you Sirius or Padfoot or Snuffles.
Things are going okay here, but I haven't heard from anyone. I hope everyone is doing okay.
Please write me. Tell me what's going on. What is the Prophet saying? Has Voldemort been busy? What about the Order?
Your son,
Harry
Several days no answer. I wonder why they aren't writing me. Why no one is writing me?
July 21, 1995
Dear Ron/Hermione/Sirius,
I haven't heard from you. Are you okay? Is everyone okay?
I haven't heard from you or anyone else. I'm getting worried.
Please, please write me back.
Harry
They want to ignore me. Dumbledore must be involved. I tried to think about it logically. The old man left me all alone for 10 years of my life with the scum of the earth. Somewhere along the way potions made their way into my system, and I became dependent on a select few.
Trauma and seclusion made me dependent, with the help of magic. When if my past actions, prior to interference, stayed true then I would have remained secluded and warry of all.
Now it seemed like Dumbledore was repeating the past. Cedric literally died in front of my eyes. Voldemort literally rose from primordial ooze. Well maybe not primordial, but the point is the beginning sequence was there. Trauma, then subsequent seclusion, then rescue. It was a given really.
How oddly predictable, mundane even. Only I hadn't been able to see it until now.
July 25, 1995
Dear Ron/Hermione,
I haven't heard from you since the train ride. Are you still mad at me? I thought that we were okay. I know that you didn't really apologize for what you did to me, but I thought that we were going to at least move past what you put me through this past year.
Please write me back and let me know we are still friends, and that you and everyone else is okay.
Harry
I wonder if this last letter will get them to write me back. Or will it be until they don't get their money that they decide to talk with me.