Dear Harry
I am not sorry for calling you that because that is exactly what you are. I'm happy that the Dursleys are leaving you alone. I am of age now and I would not hesitate to come and show them what a real witch can do. Really a letter? It seems that I have received a letter of the same nature insert wide grin wonder what that could mean. I cannot even begin to describe how much I miss you. But since you mentioned poetry I found a book at home full of them and thought that I should return the favor of writing one at the end of my letters. This one describes pretty accurately how much I miss you.
I love you with all I am
Hermione
I'll love you , dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet, and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street. I'll love you till the ocean is folded and hung up to dry and the seven stars go squawking like geese about the sky- W H Auden
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