A/N: Hehe, I don't know what it is with my obsession of getting Hermione with one of these amazing Weasley boys. Enjoy (P.S. Title is from John Michael Montgomery's Letters from Home, a personal fave of mine).

Chapter 1: Letters from Home

Maybe it was the scenery, sure it was beautiful, but it was the same. Bill Weasley needed something different. That's why he was leaving Egypt and taking a desk job at Gringotts and helping part-time at the now family shop, Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

He sat on the bay window seat; his almost shoulder length red hair pulled back in a pony tail and tied with a strip of leather. He was 26, and had been doing the same job for the past few years. Sure, it was exciting, but it was no longer fun to him. He sighed as his roommate Peter walked it.

"What's wrong mate?" he asked.

"I'm going to wake up now and just see my back yard and not all of this," he indicated to the window. "I'm going to miss it."

"Well I'm sure you can find the time to come visit, I'll always have the couch open for ya!" Peter said

Suddenly a ball of fur bounded through the room and onto Bill's lap, his crup puppy Fritz was only 3 weeks old and would need his tail cut off in a month. If the muggles saw his forked tail and how evil he could be to them, well, he wouldn't want to be his owner.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it there as much as you did here." Peter continued, also stroking the short length of the pup.

"You're right," Fritz licked his owners face. "I have to go write a letter." Peter nodded and left to go meet his girlfriend, Caitlyn.

Sitting down at his desk, Fritz chewing at a toy he'd bought the day before, Bill dipped his quill in the ink.

Dear Ron,

How's school going? I guess you already know that I'm coming home tomorrow, think its lame for me to be moving back to the Burrow? Anyway, how's the whole 'wooing Hermione' thing coming along? Last I heard you were still pinning after her like Fritz with a she-dog. Just thought I'd write a letter to my little bro and see how he was doing, write me soon.

Bill

Satisfied with his work he folded it up and sealed it, he didn't have an owl of his own so he had to use the community owl. Fritz was taking a nap with his toy, so Bill grabbed his jacket and walked out of the apartment.

After finding an owl, his stomach made a greedy noise, so he found an outside table at his favorite café and ordered a sandwich.

The Great Hall

"Look, Bill's written me a letter!" Ron exclaimed over breakfast.

"What's it say?" Harry asked as Ron's ears got a pink tinge to them.

"N-nothing, I just have to write a letter back to him."

"Wait, could you send this back to him also? It's a letter for advice, I was going to send it after breakfast but since you're going…." Hermione said locating a simple letter from her bag.

"Of course, I'll see you all later."

"What's your letter say?" Harry asked taking a drink of pumpkin juice.

Back in Egypt

Swallowing the last bite of his sandwich Bill placed some money on the table and started back for the apartment. The temperature had dropped considerably because the sun had gone down, and he wanted to be warm again.

An owl landed softly on his shoulder and brandished a scroll of parchment with the Gringotts seal on it. Untying the letter the owl flew off and Bill was routed in the spot. Were they going to tell him they wanted him to stay in Egypt? Were they going to fire him? He finally opened the letter and read it.

Dear Mr. Weasley,

It is with great regret that we must let you go on the proposal of your instead job as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Albus Dumbledore has asked us to inform you of such events, and had asked you to respond immediately with your reply. If you turn down his offer your first day at the bank will be on Monday September 5th

Hope all is well.

Ralph Kempton

Head of Gringotts Wizard Bank

He wasn't being fired; Dumbledore wanted him to teach students instead! He would see Ron and Ginny everyday, it would be a blast! He ran to the apartment and wrote a quick letter to the old wizard thanking him for the job offer and telling him that he would be at Hogwarts tomorrow morning. He ran back to the owlery and sent the letter off.

"Where have you been off to?" Peter asked as he walked through the door for the second time, his red hair wind blown and falling out of its pony tail.

"Had to send some letters, listen I have to leave tonight instead of tomorrow morning." He explained. "Dumbledore wants me to teach and I start tomorrow morning, so I have to leave tonight and go home, tell my mother everything, and then leave early tomorrow and start my first day." Peter nodded his understanding and stood to shake his hand.

"It's been great living with you Bill, hope you won't forget your old friend Peter." The men smiled and shared a hug as Bill walked to his room. All of his belongings (including the desk) had been shrunk and placed lightly in his pocket. Fritz's belongings were also stored in his pocket and the dog in question was wagging his forked tail at Bills feet.

"Ready to go?" he asked, the pup jumped into his arms for an answer and licked his face joyfully. In the blink of an eye the pair had disappeared.

The Burrow

"Hello mum," Bill greeted, Fritz barked and Molly Weasley almost fell over with Surprise.

"Bill, what are you doing here tonight?"

"I'm not going to work at Gringotts anymore; Dumbledore has offered me a job at Hogwarts instead." Molly stared at her son in disbelief. "I start tomorrow, as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Fritz wagged his tail repeatedly.

"Oh Bill! I'm so proud of you!" she said after a moment of stunned silence. The puppy jumped out of his arms and ran for the living room as Molly Weasley ran at her eldest son with open arms and a quivering lip.

After his mum had fed him adequately Bill had retreated to his room. His pup was going to stay here seeing as Hogwarts didn't allow crups. Bill and Fritz were playing tug-of-war with one of his old shirts on the floor when the Hogwarts owl tapped on the window.

"More letters?" he said, confused. Only when he saw there were 2 of them did he realize that Ron had written him.

Dear Bill,

I'm glad you're coming home; now maybe mum will stop being frantic over me and Ginny. By the way, we don't think you're a loser because you're 26 and still going to be living with us. School's great, Snape is still being a batty old git, but what would you expect from him? As for the whole Hermione thing, she and I decided to just be friends, so now I'm with Luna LovegoodCan't wait to see you over the hols

Ron

"They'll be seeing me a bit sooner won't they Fritz?" he asked amused to the pup who was still chewing on the shirt. Then he remembered the second letter, when he opened it he was surprised.

It smelled like a woman, but what woman would write to him from Hogwarts? He knew Ginny's hand writing and this wasn't it. It was a loopy scrawl that was obviously a females writing, but that scent, it was driving him mad. Vanilla and something else, something he couldn't place very well. It might have smelled of old parchment, books maybe? To take his mind off of it he started reading the letter.

Dear Bill,

It's Hermione Granger, Ron's friend. I hope you don't mind but I need some advice. Ginny and Ron both talk about you and always say that you're good with these types of things, so I thought I'd give it a try.

Please write me back if you don't want me bothering you.

Sincerely,

Hermione

What advice could he possibly give Hermione Granger?

A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it!