Author's Note:

When data was collected for other biographies on the lives of several historical figures in muggle and in wizarding worlds, there have been many classically recognized omissions. These notable omissions were often covered for by reordering events.

In this particular case, loads of correspondences previously unreported were simply omitted from the historical record and covered for by a claimed dating gap of nearly a month of time.

However, the astute scholar would wonder: why did Harry consider himself especially close to his godfather if he was only in touch with the man 3-4 times in a year? And how slow do these damned owls fly? I understand Pigwidgeon is tiny and exceedingly slow, but come now - a month to deliver one letter to the Inn at Hogsmeade from the Castle is utterly ridiculous! You can see the castle from the Inn and, on a clear night when the leaves have fallen from the trees, a man staying in the second room on the second floor could easily look out and see the castle and if said man knew the castle well enough, he would know exactly which glowing rectangle of light on Gryffindor Tower represented the room he had spent the best years of his life occupying...

(That rectangle of light may or may not have been the sole focus of his eyes for several long nights as he drowned in long dead memories.)

Contained below are several such missing correspondences.

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Dear Harry,

Congratulations on getting past the Horntail. Whoever put your name in the goblet shouldn't be feeling too happy right now! I was going to suggest a Conjunctivitis Curse, as a dragon's eyes are its weakest point - but your way was better, I'm impressed.

Don't get complacent, though, Harry. You've only done one task; whoever put you in for the tounament's got plenty more opportunity if they're trying to hurt you. Keep your eyes open - particularly when the person we discussed is around - and concentrate on keeping yourself out of trouble.

Keep in touch, I still want to hear about anything unusual.

Sirius

Dear Sirius,

I try to stay out of trouble, but it seems that I'm rather good at getting into it - whether I intend to or not.

One of the other champions, Cedric Diggory, performed the Conjunctivitis Curse. I didn't know there was such a thing - whatever could it be used for normally? I didn't mean to come in first place (tied with Viktor Krum), I just wanted to get out of there alive. Someone said the best way to do that was to play to my strengths and seeing as Quidditch is basically the only thing I am really very good at, I thought that flying was the best choice. I always feel better when I am flying.

Did I mention, thanks again for the Firebolt? My old Nimbus never could've outflown that dragon so easily.

I'll be sure to keep an eye on the person we discussed and to let you know if anything funny happens about the castle. And you keep in touch as well, hey? Let me know how you are and Professor Lupin as well. Tell him hello from me.

Harry

Harry,

Remus has been quite busy but I am sure that Remus is doing alright. Remus and I are not currently together due to circumstances beyond either my or Remus's control, but you ought to write to Remus and tell Remus hullo for yourself. I am sure that Remus would enjoy hearing from you as Remus loves reading and Remus loves letters. And Remus loves you.

Write to Remus, Harry.

If Diggory used the Conjunctivitis Curse, then I am certainly glad I didn't get to recommend it to you! I saw just today in the paper he came in last. I believe I remember Diggory's father from my time at Hogwarts - vaguely, at least - Amos, I believe his name was. Alright bloke, what I recall of him.

There's not much use for the Conjunctivitis Curse, at least not any good use. Some might call it dark magic because there isn't any good use for it, only bad intentions. Not that it isn't helpful now and again in battles, mind, it's just not the sort of thing that has a positive use.

Dark Magic is like that, you know. Best way to tell if something is Dark is to see if there's any good reason for it. The intention is what determines whether something is Light or Dark, Harry. Plenty of things that are Light are done for Dark purposes and there are times that Dark things are done for good purposes - and then Darkness can become Light, in a manner of speaking. Everything we do is guided by these intentions, it's a matter of how much the Light stacks up next to our Darkness, I suppose.

You are very welcome for the Firebolt, Harry, and I am pleased it came to good use. It makes my heart happy to hear that you love flying so much. You are just like your Father in so many ways.

Love, Sirius.

Dear Sirius,

A lot of people tell me I am like my father. He liked flying a lot then? I saw his name on a trophy for Quidditch! It said he was a seeker, like me. He won a trophy for it? That's very impressive. Professor McGonagall said that I was the youngest player in a century when I played my first year. How old was Dad when he played? Did you play? If so, what position? What about Professor Lupin?

The rubbish thing about the Triwizard Tournament is that we don't get to play Quidditch this year. That may just be worse than the dragons.

Harry

Harry,

REMUS did not play quidditch. He was a spectator, mainly watching me and your Dad. Your Dad won an award second year when Hogwarts hosted an International Championship against Ilvermorny - the American wizard school. Your Dad was a Seeker in that game, but he usually played Chaser. I was a Beater. I've always enjoyed whacking balls around. Likely it's the dog in me that enjoys balls so much. But I digress.

Your Dad would have pitched a bleedin' fit if Quidditch was ever cancelled in our time! For that matter, so wouldn't have I.

Your Mum was actually not a bad little player herself, though she didn't play all seven years. She was also a Chaser. There was once when I was injured that your Dad played Beater as well to cover me while your Mum was recruited in to cover him. I didn't see the game - was up in the hospital wing, regrowing an elbow bone. Pomfrey and her blasted Skelegro. Harry, avoid that shit, whatever you do. You do not want to taste it. It's positively awful. Not to mention painful! Regrowing bones is a nasty business.

Sirius

Dear Sirius,

Unfortunately, I've already encountered Skelegro. In second year, Professor Lockhart - that year's DADA professor - disappeared my whole arm bone. I broke it falling off my broom and Lockhart tried to regrow it. He didn't know what he was doing. Of course that was true in general of Professor Lockhart. Hermione rather fancied him. Most of the girls did. He was a right git, if you ask me.

Harry

Oh Harry, I remember Gilderoy Lockhart! He was transferred into Gryffindor from Ravenclaw at one point when we were in fifth or sixth year - I can't remember which, and all the ickle seagulls were quite discontent with his presence. I remember Oliver Kent being quite ready to walk out of the castle more than once when Lockhart was in particularly obnoxious moods. I think they got him chucked back to Ravenclaw and good riddance. Though I can't imagine how on earth a dunderhead like that ever made it to the smart house in the first place.

Dear Professor Lupin,

Padfoot mentioned that you weren't staying with him any longer and I wanted to write you and see how you are?

School's been quite busy. We have the Triwizard Tournament happening. I'm a Champion, despite my age being below the cut off, they've made a sort of an exception and I've been competing. We did the first task last week and I faced a Hungarian Horntail! I tied for top marks, too, with Viktor Krum. (He's a famous Quidditch player on the Bulgarian team.) It was very exciting. Now I am preparing for the next task, but I do have a great deal of time to study more defensive magic.

Any good spells you recommend that I ought to look up for the Task? I don't know what it is just yet, but I can't imagine it could be any harder than dragons!

Take care, Harry Potter.

Dear Harry,

I heard about the Triwizard Tournament, and I am very proud of you for having earned such high marks. I have heard of Viktor Krum, and he is a formidable opponent indeed. To have tied with him, at your age and size disadvantage, is extremely impressive!

I have included a book on Defensive Magical Theory, which I used when I was at Hogwarts. It teaches a good deal about dueling and preparing oneself for facing unknown opponents. It might be of help as you study for the next task. I particularly recommend chapter eight, which describes ways to use simple spells in creative ways. I used this tactic quite frequently in my time fighting with the Order during the War and I think it may be useful for you.

Please do keep in touch. I miss you Harry, and hope that you, Ron, and Hermione are staying safe.

Love,
MRemus

Harry wondered why the R had loops that looked as though Professor Lupin had started to write the letter M instead of an R. But he shrugged, and simply started thumbing through the textbook, turning to Chapter Eight.

Dear Sirius,

Professor Lupin sent me a bloody brilliant book to help me with preparing for the second task. I will probably read it over the holiday. But I was flicking through and saw a spot where someone had written a spell in the margins. I don't recognize the handwriting. I had thought it might be yours at first but it doesn't look like yours once I compared it to your letters. Or Professor Lupin's. Do you think it might be my Dad's or Mum's?

Harry

Harry,

That was great that REMUS sent such a helpful resource. Did you ask him about the spell? The hand writing might very well be your father's. (I doubt your Mum would have written in a book, but your Dad liked marking up all of our text books with stupid notes and practical joke ideas!) Remus and I often shared second hand textbooks. Sometimes the previous owners had left notes in the margins, too.

What was the spell?

Sirius