I'm sorry! I know it was rude of me to open your owl since it wasn't addressed to me, but I wanted to see if it was important. Oh, I should add that Harry is ill, or that last part would make less sense. Anyway, he is running a fever and has a terrible headache and is in bed. Yes, Madame Pomfrey has already come out to see him and she said he should stay in bed. If I tell him why you owled, he'll try to get out of bed to go see Ron. And Madame Pomfrey said to keep him away from others in case he's contagious.
She doesn't know what it is. That's making me very nervous. Have you ever known her to not recognize an illness or know how to handle it? She always seemed competent, at least. Maybe I should have my own healer come out....
Anyway, I'm not going to tell him about your owl. Not until he's better. I thought I'd tell you that. Since I wouldn't be happy if it happened to one of my owls. But Harry seems a little lacking in common sense, sometimes. Have you noticed that?
And he's a little blind to what is going on around him. How has he managed to stay alive so long? I could paint his name across my body and walk into the room naked, and he wouldn't be able to figure out why.
Anyway, sorry. And thank you. Although I don't know why. So maybe I should end with...oops?