"Ron?" Hermione said "Ron, you have a letter?" Hermione had had an argument with herself over whether to give Ron this particular letter. She had recognised the handwriting easily. It was this that gave Hermione a horrible feeling in her stomach, a horrible feeling that this letter could change everything for her but no she could not hide something so important from the man she loved even if… She couldn't even think about it. Hermione found Ron in the kitchen and showed him the letter his reaction told her all she needed to know. She dropped the letter gently down in front of him and left the room. Ron picked the letter up and inspected it carefully before opening it and beginning to read.

Dear Ronald Weasley

A lot has happened since we met that day in first year. I am writing this letter to remind you of the friendship we shared and to tell you of things you never knew about me, things I should have told you already. I am going to tell our story from beginning to end with every detail and not a single lie. I hope that you read it and find it helpful in understanding why I made the decisions I did.

So We Begin

It was sunny the day we met. It was also the day Harry Potter would have his first ever Quidditch lesson with Oliver Wood. It was this lesson that enabled us to meet.

I sat on a windowsill on the third floor. There was no glass on the window so my legs hung down on the outside of the castle. A slight breeze picked up strands of my silvery blonde hair and caused them to dance around my face.

"You shouldn't sit there like that." A voice said behind me "You might fall." I didn't turn around to see who it was I just replied.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to die today." It was then I turned round, I always did like to see the startled look I caused people to have when I gave that answer but you, you weren't startled at all. You simply smiled and told me "Even so. You shouldn't sit there, just in case, you know." I instantly liked you, a smiled spread across my face and I hopped down from the windowsill. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." You said offering me your hand to shake. I shook it happily and told you my name "I'm Jessica Horowitz, but you can call me Jess." We wandered down the corridor to the library, you explained that you had an essay to write and didn't know how to even start. It was different to what I was used to I'd never had a friend before I wasn't even sure if we had become friends. I was even less sure when you asked me what house I was in.

"You're not a Gryffindor, I'd have at least noticed you at some point." You said "So what are you? A Ravenclaw? Yeah you're pretty smart but I don't think you're a Ravenclaw, you're distracted from work too easily." It was true I had offered to help you with your essay then become distracted by other books I'd found on the shelves. "A Hufflepuff then? No way, you have no patience at all." No back when I was young I had very little patience at all. In that first hour of our friendship I had already told you to hurry up at least six times. "But that means… Please tell me you're not a Slytherin?!" I didn't know what to say, the way you said it made it sound like such a bad thing but I didn't lie.

"I'm a Slytherin." I said "Through choice." You looked at me so confused but I shook my head and stood from my chair to pick another book from the library shelves. You seemed to understand that I didn't want to talk about it so it was you who changed the subject.

"Do you like Quidditch?" you asked and I turned back to look at you. "Anyone who doesn't is bonkers." I replied and a grin spread across your face. I had turned back to the shelves and plucked a book at random and brought it back to the table.

"My friend Harry's the new Seeker for the house team. I want to be a keeper, but I don't think I'm very good." You told me and it was my turn to smile.

"Everyone knows about Harry and I'm sure you're brilliant." I said and opened the book to a random page, music began to pour from its pages and you looked startled I laughed and pulled you up from your chair. We danced together clumsily for a moment until the book was slammed shut and looking to see who is was I saw Madame Pince holding it up and pointing at a label which read 'Do NOT open in the library.' I muttered an apology and as she stormed away you burst out laughing, I could feel my face become very hot and knew it was most certainly a lovely shade of tomato red. You were soon shushed by the vulture like librarian and also turned a nice shade of red.

We left the library not long after that, discussing unimportant topics that neither of us found hard to talk about. When we reached the stairs you turned to go up and I turned to go down. We both turned back to each other and I bit my lower lip unsure of what to say.

"I guess this is goodbye?" I asked and you smiled at me, I liked it when you smiled, I liked being the reason you were smiling.

"Until next week, Harry has another Quidditch practice and I like hanging out with you." You turned and began to climb the stairs to Gryffindor town and smiling to myself I began to head for the dungeons.

I never did tell you what happened to me after that though the next time we met you knew something was wrong, you even asked me.

"Hey look its Jacked up Jess!" That's what they used to call me in Slytherin house; I'd even heard a few Ravenclaws say it too. "What you smiling about have you seen someone's gonna die?" Slytherin house was mostly made of purebloods and pureblood families all knew each other. My family was one of these, though we are lesser known even so my parents shared the same beliefs as the other families and were great supporters of Him. I should be able to write his name at least but… I'm getting too far ahead of myself back to the story I think.

My mother had been so happy that I had my grandmother's Seer blood in me; she knew I could be of assistance if and when He should come back.

The other Slytherins thought I was barmy and insane, they used to hex me and I was never very good at countering any spells. I was a scared eleven year old girl whose good day had come to an end.

We met again the next week as you had said we would. Over the next few weeks we got to know each other and learn things about one another and then there was Halloween. The night a Troll was let into the Dungeons. I saw you leaving the group of terrified Gryffindor first years, you and Harry Potter. I wanted so badly to follow you but the fear won out and I went with the other Slytherins to shouts of "Why didn't you See this one coming, crazy?"

I saw even less of you after that, you had made a new friend, Hermione Granger and you sat with her in the library now while Harry was at Quidditch practice and I sat alone trying to catch your eye. I am not trying to make you feel guilty, that is not my intention at all I am simply playing the story that is ours. As days passed and turned to weeks my need to see you seemed to grow, I don't know why I never just walked up to you while you were with you friends, I guess I just never felt brave enough.

It was simply by chance that I had decided not to bother with supper and to spend my time in the library instead, you were walking down the stairs smiling to yourself, I don't know what about probably because you were about to eat. You walked straight past me without a second glance but you were alone so I took my chance. "Ron?" I said turning round to face you, you stopped and looked back "Yeah?" you replied so casually it caught me off guard and I stammered over what to say. "I-I- uh." I didn't mean to say it but maybe if I hadn't things would have gone differently? I never meant to even think about anything I Saw. In the few seconds I had stammered over what to say I had a vision, A vision of you and Harry and Hermione. A vision about a very dangerous game of chess.

"In a game of chess you'd be a Knight." I had said it before I could stop myself, you looked at me bewildered for a second before saying "Okay" and carrying on down the stairs.

That's the end of first year for us, we never spoke once after that our story continues into second year but for now I must stop writing for it pains me too much to think of you for too long. I will send the next chapter of our story in a week or so but for now, think of the new things you have learnt and the new things you are yet to learn.

All My Love,

Jessica Olivia Horowitz

Ron studied each curl and flick of her writing. Surely this was some evil trick. She could not possibly be writing to him, she was dead, had been for over a year now. Hermione came back into the kitchen cautiously "Ron?" She said gently. Ron's eyes never moved from the piece of paper in his hands. "It's not real. She's dead." Hermione shook her head and came to rest her hand on the man's shoulder. "We never knew that for certain Ron. Her body was never found."