A/N:
This story is a sequel to 'the Journal', and I suggest you read
that one before you read this. If you have already read 'the
Journal' and is about to start this one, I am eternally grateful
for your support. As all my first chapters this one is relatively
short, but I am pretty sure I can promise you that the chapters will
get longer as we continue.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling own Harry
Potter. I am merely a fan who is eternally grateful for her
existance.
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A random compilation of letters between Ms. Ginevra Molly Weasley and Mr. Harry James Potter, August 2000.
Dear Harry,
I am finally aboard the Hogwarts express, on my way to what my mother has called 'the greatest experience of my life'. I don't know if I agree with her or not. I am very nervous, and for that I am quite angry. It is so stupid to be nervous about something like this! It just Hogwarts, after all! But I am nervous, and since there is no one here to tell me what an idiot I am, I will do it myself. Ginny, you are an idiot! Get over it! There. That makes me feel so much better.
I wish you were here with me. I am going to sound very sappy now, but at the moment I couldn't care less. Leaving you today was the hardest thing I have had to do in a long time, and hadn't it been for that very obnoxious girl who ran into me as I walked onto the train I have I feeling I would have been crying right now. I refuse to let her watch me cry, though! Absolutely refuse! I guess I will have my good cry once I am settled in at school and the fact that I am truly alone really hits me.
While I am on this sappy road I will take the opportunity to say thank you for this summer. When it started it looked like it was going to be long and dreary, but because of you I can say it has been anything but long and dreary. I also want you to know that I am dreadfully sorry that I never got to give you your birthday present, but I promise I will make it up to you. (This is the point where many dirty thoughts run through my head.)
Now then, to be more serious. You will never guess what has happened on the train! The walls have been painted! Can you believe that? They used to be all blue and spooky, now they're a cheerful yellow! It is absolutely horrible! The nerve of these people! Did they not realise it could give a poor, unsuspecting former student a heart-attack to get aboard the train of her youth to find that the walls have been painted!? I think I should write a letter to the Ministry to complain. Would give them something worthwhile to do. Perhaps I could talk to Percy about it. He would be ecstatic! Can you imagine that? Percy being all huffed up over the colour of the walls on the Hogwarts express! Oh dear Percy. He is such a git.
Speaking of gits. How is Fred doing? Has he gotten over the fact that he is a father yet? It still makes me laugh to think about him in that chair when we got to the hospital yesterday. Poor Fred, being all nervous and stuff. I guess I can't blame him, though. And no matter how nervous he is about it, he sure managed to create a gorgeous girl. I have never seen anything so pretty my entire life. Almost makes me want to have a child of my own. Oh don't look so horrified! I said almost! Besides, what should I do with a child now? I couldn't very well tell McG to take care of it, could I? And, the only person I could imagine having a child with is not here. So there. You needen't worry.
Well, I am officially starved. And these yellow walls are freaking me out. I think I must go see if I can find any food. Those sandwiches mum made me don't seem too delicious. No, I will go see if the lady with the food cart only works on 1st September, or if she is here every day. (what a boring life!)
I will write you again once I get to school, but for now this will have to do. I love you very much, and I miss you already. Can't wait until the Hogsmeade weekend!
Yours,
Ginny.
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For Her Royal Highness, Ginevra, Queen of the Hogwarts Express,
Thank you for the letter! I can't believe the preposterousness (is that a word?) of the yellow walls of the train! Tell me if there is anything I can do to help. I would be more than happy to talk to the Ministry. There has got to be some advantage to being Harry Potter. If I can help, let me know.
I will also join you on the sappy road and say that I miss you so much I am sure I will burst. (Imagine that! Harry-pieces all over. Such a mess! And it is all your fault!) This summer has been the greatest summer of my life and I think time has gone by all too fast. Besides, I can't believe we spent an entire three weeks "dating" and not really being together. Well, I guess we will have to make up for that the next time we meet. (And I do expect that birthday present, you know. You're not getting out of it that easily. And yes, I am now also joining you on the 'dirty thoughts running through the mind'. You have too much of a bad influence on me.)
I will now go through your letter point by point so that I will remember to answer it all. I went by the hospital again today to visit Angelina (she sends her love, by the way) and however un-manly it sounds: I must agree on your observation that Alexandra is truly the most beautiful child in the world. And although I didn't exactly feel a sudden need to reproduce, I must admit the thought did strike me. I appreciate you being able to wait, though. Who knows what would have happened if not? The only men at school that aren't too young for you are Snape and Flitwick, and that is a mental image I do not want to have. So yes, I thank thee fair Lady from the bottom of my poor, knightly heart that you are willing to wait. Besides, imagine a child with your red hair and Snape's large nose! Not to mention the grease! I am shuddering as I write.
Next point: the sandwich lady do not work only 1st September, she also works on whatever day the Christmas holidays start and end, same with Easter and summer. As for every other day of the year I have no clue. I suppose by now you will have found out, though, and if you haven't I am sure I can ask someone at the Ministry about it while I am there to complain about the yellow walls.
Now then, on to my life. It is very uneventful and full of quidditch. Said sport is being played 12 out of 24 hours a day, and whenever I don't practice I eat and/or sleep. (Yesterday I fell asleep while eating, thus the 'and'.) I have been told by your mum that I am expected at dinner this Sunday, which I am looking forward to. I think Ron and Hermione are planning to announce the enegagement, or that's what it sounded like to me when Ron told me about it. I think it is very sad that you can't be there, but I will think about you, which means you will be there in spirit. (Oooo, going back onto the sappy road now. Not good.)
I should probably end my letter here. It is very late and I have to be up in about five hours. Our stupid coach is being an ass about punctuality. And if I'm late for practice he will kick me off the team. Not a very pleasant thought. (If I was I could come stay at Hogwarts, though. I am sure Dumbledore wouldn't mind me being there. Then he and I could spend all day playing chess and drinking tea. Bet he would love that! And each night I would pull out my invisibility cloak and go for a little stroll up to a certain Professor's chamber. (and no, that would NOT be Prof. McG.)
Speaking of which. I am sending something with this letter that I know you will need. Not that it is as vital now that you are a Professor and is allowed to move about wherever you want, whenever you want, but you might find it useful nonetheless. Just make sure no one notices you have it. I'd hate to see it in the hands of Filch again. That bastard. (And no, I am not going to apoligise for the use of language. He is a bastard!)
Ok, it is now officially too late and I must really go to sleep. I love you more than anything, and I can't wait to see you again. Tell everyone I said hi, and enjoy every student-free day you get. Remember what we were like and you will understand why I am saying it.
All my love,
Your knight in shining armour,
Harry.
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My dearest knight in shining armour,
Thine letter warmeth mine heart and makes my day ever so much brighter...eth. I'm glad you are doing ok, although I wish you were doing horrible and spent every day pining because thine true love hath left thee. (Actually, I don't. I just thought it was such an appropriate thing to say.)
I'm in my room at school now, and you have no idea how tiny I feel. I came here two days ago, and already I want to go home. My room is huge, I don't know a soul and this morning at breakfast I felt so totally out of place by the staff table. And I think Prof. Snape gave me the evil eye as I sat down. He hates me, I am sure he does. He was never one for letting by-gones be by-gones, and something tells me he hasn't changed much. Odious git! (Yes, new word. Odious. Look it up!)
I am, however, glad to announce that the girl who was on the train with me, whom I in my previous letter referred to as obnoxious, isn't quite as horrible as I had first expected. In fact, she seems to be really nice. I wouldn't say we were best friends or anything, but at least we talk, not to mention that she is my age, and not a hundred and fifty million years as the other Professors are. Her name is Melody and she is twenty-one. She has an internship with Professor Flitwick (who by the way asked me to call him 'Filius', the other day. Imagine the horror! I can't ever do that!) and I think we will get along nicely. I'll keep you posted.
Onto the sandwich lady. I checked on the train the day I was there and she was nowhere to be found. Instead there was an old man who sat by a desk (of sorts) and sold all kinds of crappy food. This leads me to believe that the nice sandwich woman is only brought out for special occasions and is not deemed important enough to serve a poor, lonely girl whose only food is that which her mother thought to provide her. Well, be it on their heads if I die from starvation! (Yes! That is a word! I just invented it, now shut up.)
I wish I could be there on Sunday. Hermione wrote me and said they would announce the engagement and she was very sorry I was away. I wanted to ask her why on earth they couldn't have done said announcing a week earlier, but I kept my tongue. (Are you proud?) Remember to eat some of mum's food for me, as no one here find me important enough to even bring out the sandwich lady. I guess I won't ever eat a decent meal again. Farewell Harry, it was nice knowing you. I must face hunger and certain death.
Now then. Your present - I can't believe you sent me the Marauders Map! You are too amazing for words! Now if only I could get your invisibility cloak also, then everything would be absolutely perfect. What do you mean you won't give me your cloak? You are a lousy boyfriend!
My letter is coming to an end, because I must sleep. Tomorrow I have to get up at seven to go eat breakfast. And although my punishment won't be as awful as yours if I don't show up, I would like to be there. Then again, I am quite used to hunger by now and it shouldn't be too hard to face another day without eating. (And no, I won't ever get over the fact that there was no sandwich lady! Do you think perhaps you could talk to the Ministry about that as well? I assume you haven't been there to see them about the walls yet? If you haven't, please do not forget your hungry girlfriend who is in a land far, far away with no one to sell her sandwiches out of a nice little cart.)
Tell everyone I said hi, and then give yourself a large kiss. I miss you so very, very much, and I will make sure to enjoy every day without the students. And you do agree that calling Flitwick 'Filius' is a bit over the top, don't you?
With much love and queen-ly ness, (how do queens end their letters?)
Queen Ginevra
(Ginny to you)
PS: If your coach ever did decide you kick you off the team remember that I am here, and I am waiting, and I agree that Dumbledore would probably love a chess partner. I can talk to him about it if you wish. I bet he would love the idea.
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Dearest,
Thine letter also warmed mine heart-eth and made me oh so joyful.
First of all:
Odious (adj.)
Arousing or meriting strong dislike, aversion, or intense displeasure.
Hateful; deserving or receiving hatred.
Causing or provoking hatred, repugnance, or disgust; offensive; disagreeable; repulsive
From latin (odium) and Old French (odieus) – hatred.
There. What do you say to that? Quite a strong word, but I do agree with you. Snape is indeed very odious. Good word. Descriptive.
Now... moving on. The previously mentioned Sunday dinner is over and done, and it was an eventful affair. Ron and Hermione announced their engagement, your mother cried, I tried to look surprised (Ron had told me to please not tell anyone that I already knew), your dad got very quiet and your brothers mocked Ron, while Fleur, Penelope and Laura were oohing and aahing over Hermione's ring. All in all a good day. Angelina and Alexandra were there as well, and your niece is becoming more adorable by the day. I think I am considering waiting for fifteen or so years and then I will court her and make her mine! What do you think? Good plan? Yes, I thought so. (By the way, I am very proud that you managed to keep your tongue. I, however, did not, and asked Hermione that very thing which you were too mature not to. She only smiled and walked away. I have no idea what that meant. Will investigate further.)
I am very glad to hear that you are getting along with Melody. Tell her to be nice to you or I will have to avenge you! (Talk about primal! Are you impressed?)
And do not, ever, under any circumstances call Flitwick 'Filius'. That means you will have become one of 'them', and I can't have that. Having a Professor for a girlfriend may be well and good, but I don't think I can handle it very well if you became chummy (oh my goodness, is that a word?!) with McG and the likes of her. It would be too much for me to handle.
Quidditch is going good. (By the way, look for me in the Prophet on Tuesday. I will be the tall, dark figure lurching in the background trying to get away from the stalker reporters.)
I'm afraid I don't have much to say this time around. I will go make dinner now, and if I think of anything by the time I'm done I will write it, if not you should expect Hedwig as soon as tonight, tomorrow morning by the latest.
Speaking of dinner. I can't believe they didn't think you were important enough for the sandwich lady. If it had been my train I would have made sure there was a sandwich lady every time you were travelling. I will most certainly take it up with the Ministry when I go see them. In the mean time, you have to eat, even if it is just crappy Hogwarts food. (Why am I saying this? Hogwarts food is the best food in the world! I'm the one who should be complaining, having to eat food I prepared myself. Even you have to admit that Hogwarts food is better than my cooking.)
Well, I must eat now. Tell Melody I said hi and tell Flitwick to stop being so scary, and tell Snape he is an odious git! (Actually, don't. Too risky. If you did you would have to stop eating alltogether, because who knows what he could put in your food. No, be careful around him! I kind of like you as you are.)
I love you,
Harry.
PS: Don't talk to Dumbledore just yet! I have an idea, and though it does include Dumbledore, chess, tea and you, it does not include being kicked off the team. That is all I will say for now.
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Dear Harry,
Thank you for the letter. It made my oh so boring day infinitely better. Thank you again and again.
Although it is very tempting for me to go through your letter point for point as I have done before I think I will go directly to your transcript. You said you have a plan. And it involves me, Dumbledore, tea, chess, me, sneaking around, me and... did I miss anything? Oh yes... ME! What is it? Harry you have to tell me. You must or I will send you a hex-in-a-box. (Newest invention of the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes.) Tell me? I refuse to write any more until you tell me.
That is all,
Ginny.
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Ginny,
Wait and see. And if you send me a box I will make sure not to open it. (Thank you for the warning.)
Later,
Harry.
PS: I love you.
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You are stupid. I hate you. You must tell me! Tell me tell me tell me tell me. If you don't I will act like I am ten for the rest of your life! I will drive you crazy with my childishness! You would wish I was never born - or that you at least TOLD ME!
Ginny
PS: You are a stupid git. And I love you.
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Wait and see.
Harry