It was on one such morning, when Harry was shivering in his newly dry robes, layered in warming charms and clutching a piping hot cup of tea in his hands, that the letter arrived via the Potter family owl. Harry opened the letter quickly. He was always eager to hear from his great-grandparents and Beatrice had been feeling ill with a lingering cold for weeks, since October. He hoped to hear she was on the mend.