The Dungeons

You're late. Or rather, not late because you can't be late, but certainly not in when you said you'd be in. Though I imagine if I had someone like Mr Weasley at home, ( you'd never see me. )

Luna,

So I happened to take Lily out shopping the other day--don't roll your eyes, sometimes I actually do go, thanks--and she happened to see this in the window of a shop on Ellis Street and insisted it was perfect for your birthday. When we showed it to Scorpius he agreed completely, according to her.

I hope your day's been good, love. And I won't even point out you're another year closer to thirty.

Love,
Harry

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Attached is a large bouquet of wildflowers and cabbage roses, and a box containing a Lulu Guinness purse. Tucked inside the box is a crayoned drawing--a blue scribble with Love, Scorpius written on it in Harry's handwriting--and a fingerpainted picture of a pink column topped with yellow curls holding what appears to be some form of cake judging by the shape and the candles sticking out of it in every direction. Happy Birfday, Auntuna, this is your cake Issy made it and we ated it for you, Love Lily is written on it in the distinctive penmanship of Lily's Learn-to-Write Sparkle Girls' DictaQuill IV.

Sirius,

I've been holding on to this for days now. I haven't known what to say. I don't know what you want, to be honest.

You walked away from me because you don't like who I am, or at least that's how it feels.

( What do you want from me? )

I don't know how you'll take this. I'm terrified to send it; this could destroy everything between us for good and I know it. I would hate that. I really do love you. But things have to change. I can't keep doing this with you. I won't.

I miss you.

Harry