Dear golden trio,

I wish you are doing well in Hogwarts after conquering the one who shouldn't be named. I know you all are worn out and still couldn't get over loss of pals and Professors especially beloved Dumbledore and Sirus. But I couldn't help. We all are in grave danger here.


Miss Granger even your parents are stuck at home in Australia. I know you must be longing to restore their memory and also tell about Ron. But I suggest you not to come here.


Harry, I know you wouldn't miss Dudeleys by any chance. But trust me, many of us are locked alone far from home and it feels much worse just like being dumped in the cupboard. No fresh air, no enough food and no social life. Imagine not having Ron on your side, to share everything in your mind. Horrible isn't it?


Ron, what do I tell you. How it feels when your mom keeps on complaining the whole day on you and siblings. Isn't it annoying at times? You know how it feels to eat same food over months and coping with old clothes and things? Many of us are hit financially. Staying at home wouldn't be pleasing any longer. Not everyone would have enough food, space, luxuries and peace at home. Being home without friends and siblings gives anxiet slowly to some people. Electronic gadgets come to aid but that's a temporary cure.


Some of us are locked in home with all our stuffs left in hostels. Miss Granger you can relate having exams near by but not having books to read. Harry you can relate having broom but being banned from flying and playing Quidditch. Ron you can feel it I reckon.

I wish you knew what we are battling with, over here. An invisible host is plotting our extinction from every corner. He is neither hungry for power, nor has supporters like Death eaters and all. He is alone, but he is everywhere. He is corona and he is a pandemic. He can stay anywhere, go anywhere. He uses anything and anyone without leaving a hint to expand. He attacks silently and hiding. We need you, we need your help.

Our saviours are losing lives. Innocents are dying and crying. The poor are dispersed and distressed. Our intellcutals are spending sleepless nights trying to find cure. But it's getting bigger. The death toll is scary. I don't want them to sacrifice any more. I don't want the underprivileged to suffer anymore. I agree the earth is healing. Buy still I'm human with faults and I want permanent cure quickly.

Dear Ginny weasley, I request you to fetch the Half blood prince's book from the Room of requirements. Dear golden trio, I wonder if you can manage to sneak into Snape's office once again and make a potion, referring the book to cure Corona.


Dear Hagrid, I wish you would gift a new pet to Harry this time, which is as loyal as Hedwig and can fly.


I Know, I shouldn't be bothering you this time. But I'm ordinary human, I'm not great like you all. I'm afraid and I couldn't resist myself.

I know you all are kind. I know you would consider my plea. I know electronic media wouldn't reach you. I wish, if you can read it in the Daily Prophet. I wish it would reach you by any means as you are very popular. Waiting for a new pet of Hagrid to land on my doorsteps with your message.

Yours faithfully,

A potter head.

(Assuming the trio is in Hogwarts just after conquering Voldemort.)

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