Atticus sighed softly. Her hands shook as she gave bet owl her letter. She hoped that he would receive it with an open mind.
To The Boy Who Lived,
Is it wrong to care about you? I don't even know you personally. I wished i did though. You sir, are an idol that tons of people look up to. Not me though.
No, I don't see you as an idol, but as a boy. They put to much pressure on you. Though you don't know who i am, just know that someone cares.
Just know that someone sees you as Harry, just Harry.
-A