Disclaimer: None of this is mine, beyond the story line. Deal with it.

Summary: Harry realizes he has fallen in love with Ginny, but he doesn't know what to do about it. Instead of asking anyone directly, he asks Sirius how his parents fell in love. When Sirius gives him a scrapbook that contains the correspondence of his mother and father, it effects how he perceives the world around him.

Setting: summer before fifth year and Harry has been staying at the Weasley's house for two weeks, after spending four with the Dursleys.

Letters From Lily

Chapter One: Letters From Harry

*I'm in love with her? I can't be in love with her! It'll put her in danger. I don't love her. I can't love her! I-I love her. Oh, Merlin, what'll Ron think?!*

All Harry Potter ever wanted was to be normal, to have normal every-day problems instead of life-threatening ones. Unfortunately for him, he got the normal problems on top of his abnormal problems. All he wanted to worry about was girls, Quidditch, Transfiguration essays, and passing Potions. He got to worry about those things, but he also had to worry about when and where Voldemort would strike next, who would try to kill him, and getting one night's sleep uninterrupted by a nightmare. But these problems were further complicating the normal ones. It was a vicious cycle.

And to complicate things even further, he had fallen in love with his best friend's sister. He knew that he didn't deserve her, but once, just once, he wanted to know what it was like to be loved, to have what his parents had, to have what Ron and Hermione had... Well, maybe not Ron and Hermione, as they couldn't see what was in front of their faces.

There was another reason why Harry couldn't, or rather shouldn't, say anything to Ginny. If he let her know that he loved her, Voldemort would find out and make it part of his mission to kill her. Because Harry knew that Voldemort wanted him to suffer emotional pain before he killed him. Ginny was already in jeopardy for being related to one of Harry's friends as well as being the daughter of sworn members of the Light side. Harry didn't want to put her into even more danger.

And the most important reason of all: What would happen if she said no? He knew that he wouldn't be able to stand it, so as long as there was a chance she reciprocated his feelings, everything would be okay.

Thinking in this way made Harry wonder about his parents. How did they fall in love? What were they like? Who were their other friends? What were their favorite things? He didn't know anything about them...But he knew someone that did.

Hastily, Harry scrounged for a piece of parchment and a quill, even though it was the middle of the night.

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Dear Sirius,

I'm perfectly all right, but I was just thinking about my parents. What were they like? It's just, I realized that I know nothing about them. How did they fall in love? What were their favorite things to do? And things like that. So, I thought I would ask you. Hope you're well, and stay hidden!

-Harry

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Harry hastily rolled up the parchment and went over to Hedwig's cage. "Take this to Sirius, girl, okay?" She nipped him affectionately and took off.

"Now all I've got to do is wait." Harry muttered.

(A/N: I was gonna leave it here, but I suppose it's kinda short.)

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The Next Morning:

"Alright Harry? You look sort of jumpy." Hermione said at breakfast.

As usual, she was right. Harry was nervously anticipating the return of Hedwig. His want to find out the answers to his questions had become a hungry need, and it was, without a doubt, making him jumpy. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Hermione and Ron exchanged a look. "Fine" with Harry could mean any number of things.

"What about your dreams? How are they?" Hermione asked tentatively, phrasing the questions carefully so as not to offend him.

"Honestly, Hermione, I'm *fine*." Harry rolled his eyes.

"If you're sure." She replied doubtfully.

"Positive." Harry stated. "Up for some Quidditch, Ron? After all, you need to be in top form for the tryouts."

"You really think I've got a shot?" Ron asked.

"Are you kidding? You're the best damn Chaser I've seen in a long time, and you're a Weasley besides!" Harry exclaimed vehemently.

The tips of Ron's ears turned red. "You really think so?"

"I know so." Harry replied positively. "All you really need to do is practice some plays."

"That I can do."

"You know, Ron, you're so good at chess, you'd probably be able to create some really effective plays on your own." Hermione joined their conversation for the first time.

"You think?" Ron's whole face was red now.

"Yes I do."

"She's right, Ron. (Not that that's surprising.) You'd make a wonderful strategist." Harry confirmed.

"Then let's get cracking, shall we?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione trooped up to Ron's room to collect their (Ron's and Harry's) things to go out to the Quidditch pitch. When they entered the room, Harry noticed Hedwig was on his bed.

"Hedwig! You're back!" He cried.

"Back from where?" Ron asked.

"Oh, I just wrote a quick not to check up on Sirius." He answered casually.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a look again, but wisely kept silent as Harry relieves Hedwig of her rather larger than he had expected burden.

"Well, why don't we go play Quidditch?" Harry said brightly, though inside he was itching to open his package.

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A/N: Hey all! I've had this idea bouncing around for a while and I have a sort of block on the other H/G I'm writing. (Go read that, btw! (shameless plug).) Guess what! I'm going to London TOMORROW MORNING!!!!! (I live in Massachusetts, USA, FYI.) When I get back I'll put up chapter two. Meanwhile, I have to figure out how to get Prince William to return with me. (When I asked my friend what she wanted me to bring her back, she said Prince William.)