'Apple?' said a voice.
I opened my eyes to see Hermione's face looming over me.
'Bloody hell Hermione!' I yelped, scrambling up. 'Personal space!'
She sat on the edge of my bed, the letter clutched in her hand
'Do you have any clue who sent this?' she asked.
I shook my head.
'I wish I did.' I sighed.
Tears try to leak out.
'Apple? There's no need to bottle your feelings up. It's okay to cry.' said Hermione.
'I don't like to. I try not to, not in public.' I whispered.

Snape looked down at my acid-green potion.
'Well done, Miss Lupin.' he said.
'You sound surprised.' I said with a grin.
Snape looked at me, with a small smile on his face, before resuming his normal scowl and sweeping off to Draco.
'Was that a -' said Harry.
'Smile?' asked Ron incredulously.
'I think it was.' said Hermione.
'Bugger my giddy aunt.' I said.

I sat outside the Portrait hole, after everyone had gone to Hogsmead, wearing a new outfit that my dad, Romulus, had sent me out the blue. I fiddled with my necklace that I wore, the letter laying next to me.
'How are you dear?' asked the Fat Lady.
'Confused.' I replied.
'Oooo, don't I know that feeling. I remember, when I was younger, and alive, I had two supposed fathers. One had raised me since I was a baby, the other was my real father. I had to pick.' she said.
'Really? That's what is happing to me! What did you pick? How did you pick?'I said.
'I listened to my heart.' she said with a smile.
'Oh yeah, helpful.' I said.
'It's easier then you think.' she said.
I heard footsteps, and looked up to see a man with shaggy black hair.
'Oh help! Let us in!' I said, scrambling to my feet.
The man had reached us by now. He looked at my necklace.
'Apple? My little Apple Pie?' he asked in a scratchy voice.
I gasped, the letter slipping out my hand.
'D-D-Dad?' I gasped.