The Rustic looking owl stumbled as he reached the Slytherin table unsure of whether or not he was delivering his letter to the right recipient


Dear Son,

I'm sure by now you're heard that I'm not as dead as you assumed I was. I apologize that you had to find out this way. I contemplated writing you before I left for London but I honestly wasn't sure what to write. Berkeley informed me that my father erased your memory of our last meeting. For once I actually agreed with him, it was all in your best interest. Forgetting such a . . . violent encounter.

In any case it has given me a second chance to explain myself to you. Why I left, why I never came to see you. I don't believe you'll ever truly understand it all but you're a man now, Xavier, and I owe it to you.

Usually Helena's mother picks her up from King's Cross at school's end. I was hoping you'd permit me to come this year, see you off graduation. I won't go as far as ask you to come visit me at mine, but perhaps a lunch or dinner would suffice?

Sincerely,
Your idiot Father

Henry,

You've got a lot to explain.

Meet me at King's Cross, we'll go for drinks.

Xavier

Henry,

I need a favour from you.

Arathorn's lawyer has just informed me that there's a benefit, fundraiser, shite deal going on at St. Mungo's he was supposed to attend. Looks like Granddad liked to throw gallons at anything that would make him look good.

Obviously I can't attend. I need you to go in my place. Some of my cousins, your niece and nephews will be there but they're all socialite arses that go to rub elbows with the rich and famous. I need you to go as the face of the company and the press seem to be loving you right now so I'm sure it will get plenty of attention.

Xavier