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Harry.
I almost wrote the PM to you, but changed my mind. Not sure I want the others to see that.
I'm writing this over cold tea and burnt toast. I've got better at not burning toast, but there's still a learning curve, apparently. This is what comes of having house elves wait on you your whole posh bloody life, and then having Snape do all the cooking after you exchange that posh life for another. It's not such a big deal, though. It's just toast.
I'm living in a bedsit in Holburn, polyjuiced as a bloke named Russell Faust. He's the bartender at the Elysian's lounge. It's an intelligence-gathering mission, though I've yet to pick up on anything devastatingly useful. Just a lot of tidbits here and there. Gossipy things that are no use to us (though Cal Pummel did come in and walk Tamsin Applebee home after her shift. She thinks he might really truly fancy her, poor girl).
Last night I worked the third shift. By 11pm the place was mostly empty. Will Montgomery and Rudyard Marks were the only ones in the lounge, chatting and having a nightcap. I overheard their chatting, though, and they were chatting about you.
It was sort of like having a Dementor brush by me.
I didn't flinch, I don't think. I just froze to the spot for a few seconds, then went back to what I was doing. It's the first time I've heard your name spoken outside of the castle. Harry Marvolo. They don't know you at all. Not even your real name.
They were talking about how Freedom from Tyranny Day was coming up and were wondering what DEMLE had planned for the occasion. They said it was too bad Harry Marvolo was gone, because you could have put a good face on things and got morale up.
Gone. As if you went on a seaside holiday. As if they don't even know what happened to you, what you did for them and for us.
They were just being idiots, but I think I wanted to kill them.
Don't worry, I didn't.
When I'm not working (like right now - I'm scheduled third shift again, later tonight) I'm sitting around with my own thoughts. Which I suspect is probably what I need and exactly what I don't want.
I suppose that's all there is to say for now.
Hermione misses you. So do I.