Title: Letters From A Red Head

Characters/Pairing(s): Remus/Ginny
Rating(s):NC-17
Theme(s): Drama, romance
Summary: Ginny gains an unexpected pen pal in her time of need. What began to evolve as a result of the unexpected friendship was not something she ever thought she would be ready for.

Disclaimer: I own nothing nor do I make any money of the Harry Potter movies or books (I mean, honestly, if I did, do you realize how dark and perverted they would be? It certainly wouldn't be a children's book).
A/N: Hey everyone! It's been a while but I'm back. It'll feel good to be back in an updating mode after being out of it for so long. And it feels good to begin updating again with a Remus/Ginny fic. Tell me what you think of it in a review if you can :D

Enjoy!

Ginny bit her lip, staring at the parchment in front of her. She dipped her quill in the ink and put it to the parchment.

She began to break out in a sweat and her hands started shaking. She dropped the quill, wiping her sweaty hands on her jeans

Ginny knew she was being ridiculous. Not only did she check the parchment for dark spells, but she had her big brother, Bill, check every piece of parchment she owned—parchment which she kept locked in a chest that no one else could get to without a complicated wand pattern.

Still, she couldn't bring herself to write.

It wasn't that she couldn't write at all. Quite the contrary, she wouldn't have been able to graduate from Hogwarts if she hadn't been able to write on parchment.

No, Ginny had a difficult time writing anything personal on a piece of parchment. It was part of the after effect of being possessed by a diary when she had been young and too stupid to realize that enchanted papers that could talk to you were bad.

Ginny just couldn't bring herself to write something personal down. After all, she had bared her soul to Tom Riddle. And he had used her means of self-expression against her. To do so again on paper caused her more anxiety than she would ever admit out loud.

She would never again put herself in a position to have her writing to be used against her again.

Hell, even writing letters to her friends brought back bad memories of the responses she would get from Tom.

Sometimes it took her a few moments to realize that the responses she got were from people she trusted. And these people were often talking with her about the most mundane subjects like how their summers were going.

Now that she was older and out of Hogwarts, the letters tended to be from close friends and family, telling her about life back in England.

With Ginny traveling with the Harpies, she enjoyed the letters and managed to overcome her anxiety of getting responses from people that she trusted.

But now—well she was having problems with her relationship with Harry.

And Ginny felt completely uncomfortable bothering her friends with feelings of doubt and unhappiness that she felt with Harry. They were all so happy that she was with him and she didn't want to disappoint them with her feelings.

Not that they had a right to tell her how to feel but even Ginny knew that there was a chance of people picking sides. And she didn't want that happening.

But this refusal to talk with anyone left Ginny with a predicament. She was alone.

Ginny looked back at her parchment.

She picked up her quill and dipped it in the ink again and wrote one simple sentence.

I need someone to talk to.

Ginny set her quill down and rolled the parchment up. This was stupid. Ginny suddenly glanced at the clock and gasped. She was going to be late!

Dropping her parchment on the desk and grabbing her Quidditch stuff, she headed for the field to train.

While Ginny was practicing, her house elf gifted to her by her boyfriend (Hermione had been livid when this happened until Harry told her that the house elf was paid), Harry Potter, when he realized that she wasn't properly taking care of herself when she was training, went into her room to clean.

"Oh no! Miss Ginny forgot to send her missive," the young elf said.

She grabbed the rolled up parchment and attached it to an owl.

"Make sure Miss Ginnys letter gets to the proper person," the elf said patting the owl.

The owl made a soft hooting sound before flying off in the distance.