Disclaimer... Just borrowing, Harry & Co aren't mine but belong to JK Rowling
Note from me: This is currently not betad. I am waiting on a response from a possible beta, so this may change slightly when I do get this betad. I just got impatient to post this first chapter. Being letters, my chapters may be short from time to time, but I will make up for it with the length of fic! I realise that Fleur's letters would normally have the grammatical errors of someone who is learning English, but apart from not knowing which errors would be appropriate, I'm sure they would get old quite fast to anyone reading.
Dear Harry,
I have been thinking of you quite often since I saw you last. I did mean to write earlier, however needed some time to come to terms with my experiences of this last year. I know it may seem completely self centered feeling so affected and out of touch when the sum of my experiences wouldn't even touch yours, but I felt totally unable to reach out to anyone when I felt like such a mess. I am not accustomed to this feeling of inadequacy, and am very hesitant in sharing any such feelings. However I have decided this must be overcome.
If you can't tell, this is me laid bare as I would never normally do, I'm trusting you with the knowledge of who I am, in the hope I can be of help to you, and in the hope you can be of help to me. You seem to have a few close friends, but sometimes it is easier to share things with someone who is not so close. I know only too well of living a life where friends can not truly understand. My problems may be on a smaller scale, but are no less real to me than yours.
Please consider keeping in touch, I know how I am perceived, and in many ways this is how I am, I do not apologise for it. However another part of me is just a girl... and regardless of all hype and bravery, I see that you are also just a boy. I believe we may be more alike than anyone might imagine.
I can be a good friend, and hope to become a friend to you.
Fleur Delacour
PS. Your number one fan, Gabby has asked that if I ever chat to you again to give you a big hug from her… bit hard through a letter, you 'll just have to imagine a big enthusiastic hug from a bratty but sweet 8 year old sister.
