Harry Potter sat alone in Dudley's second bedroom. He moved a piece of jet-black hair from his eye. Moonlight shone on a piece of blank parchment in front on him. How was he going to explain this? He asked himself as he continues to stare blankly. No answers came to his mind, no key to the heart he needs, nothing from the abyss of his consciousness. He picked up his old quill and started to write.
Dear Ginny,
He stopped short and thought for a moment. She had been writing to him all summer. She confided in him her fears about You-Know-Who's return. Harry also shared those fears.
I need to tell you something very important.
He read over the line time and time again. How could he say this?
We have been growing closer ever since we left Hogwarts.
Stop stalling! He yelled at himself. He took in a deep breath. Inwardly he was cursing himself, calling himself names. Coward! Imbecile! Incompetent! How could he not say this to her face? How could he be so doubtful? He took in another deep breath, this time filling himself with courage.
I love receiving your letters and writing to you.
He hesitated, loosing what strength he had. His fingers lost feeling. He could barely move his writing hand. He still trudged on.
I love thinking about you.
His heart started to thud. His breath came in short, shallow blasts.
I love dreaming about you.
He swallowed air and his pride.
I know this is sudden.
That wasn't stating the obvious, now was that? He couldn't help but ask himself. He cursed silently at himself.
But I love you.
Yours Forever,
Harry.
He let out all the breath he was holding in. He smiled and folded the letter neatly. He placed it in an envelope and then into his school bag. Another blank sheet of parchment and a letter lay under his endeavor. He had a letter to respond to. He couldn't keep his Ginny waiting.
He stopped halfway through the body of his letter and eyed the first one he wrote. His heart started to thud again.
She would know soon.
But not yet.
Dear Ginny,
He stopped short and thought for a moment. She had been writing to him all summer. She confided in him her fears about You-Know-Who's return. Harry also shared those fears.
I need to tell you something very important.
He read over the line time and time again. How could he say this?
We have been growing closer ever since we left Hogwarts.
Stop stalling! He yelled at himself. He took in a deep breath. Inwardly he was cursing himself, calling himself names. Coward! Imbecile! Incompetent! How could he not say this to her face? How could he be so doubtful? He took in another deep breath, this time filling himself with courage.
I love receiving your letters and writing to you.
He hesitated, loosing what strength he had. His fingers lost feeling. He could barely move his writing hand. He still trudged on.
I love thinking about you.
His heart started to thud. His breath came in short, shallow blasts.
I love dreaming about you.
He swallowed air and his pride.
I know this is sudden.
That wasn't stating the obvious, now was that? He couldn't help but ask himself. He cursed silently at himself.
But I love you.
Yours Forever,
Harry.
He let out all the breath he was holding in. He smiled and folded the letter neatly. He placed it in an envelope and then into his school bag. Another blank sheet of parchment and a letter lay under his endeavor. He had a letter to respond to. He couldn't keep his Ginny waiting.
He stopped halfway through the body of his letter and eyed the first one he wrote. His heart started to thud again.
She would know soon.
But not yet.