Dear Padfoot,
Hope you are well. It gets cold here. Winter is finally upon us. Although I returned to Hogwarts, I feel more alone than ever. I know you, more than anyone else, you'll understand. It 's strange, isolated from the world and at the same time to know that someone at your side, is willing to be your friend and do everything for you.
are days I feel anger invade, and I'm afraid of hurting my friends. Why does this happen to me? I also find it unbearable to live with all the items that the Ministry puts around on me and Dumbledore. I am weak, and that's what would Voldemort. But lately I find it hard to trust people. Once you told me that we all have light and dark inside. And if my share of darkness was taking over? If I were to choose not to, but He, for me?
To make matters worse was that new Ministry hag. He stuck his nose everywhere. E 'incorrect irritant. Even Dumbledore does not seem to have any say in it, although I think he's plotting something, something that only he knows. But the hag in the meantime continues to humiliate and discredit the school's teachers. It 's like a spy, the only difference being that does not bother to do things in secret. E 'bold, and all the hate, even people like Professor McGonagall.
Fleeced, these are the moments that make weighing your absence. Although I have Ron and Hermione, and Hagrid, I miss your words and your expression is still convinced that things will sooner or later, are settled. And, I confess, that more than once, I happened to approach the fire thinking of coming to make a jump to the number 12 ...
I know it's irritating to hear it, but is' out of trouble.
Take care.
Harry
