Disclaimer: Before anyone asks me about it – no I haven´t stopped writing my other story "The Kingsguard". I just felt like I trying out something new and so this fanfiction here was born. And I have to say I really enjoy writing on this one, maybe even more so than on the other one. No idea why but I just feel like this one here has just a much more defined structure not to mention that I can relate better to the characters of HP than to those in the PJO universe.

Anyway, I don´t own the Harry Potter franchise (sadly), all rights to the amazing J. K. Rowling.

Chapter 1 – Letters and Questions

Harry woke up in his bed at Privet Drive drenched in sweat and gasping for air. He could still see the green flash in front of him when he closed his eyes. The image of the motionless face of the old man starring back at him, had for sure haunted him in his sleep for weeks now. Yes, not very pleasant dreams, indeed.

In addition every single time he woke up his scar hurt like some sadistic guy had been all over his forehead with a knife.

Groaning he sat up while rubbing his hand over his scar. The only time it had ever hurt like this was when his old teacher in Defense against the Dark arts revealed himself as a servant of Lord Voldemort. That had been two years ago, but now since the last few weeks almost every night he had the same dream. Always the same old house, the same old man who got murdered and the same creepy voice that had ended the muggles life with just two words.

The first time he had really thought that it had just been a pretty weird nightmare but after each time he woke up, bathed in sweat, he was more and more certain that it was not just a dream. Harry was also pretty sure that the person that voiced the killing curse was no other than Voldemort himself, or what was left of him.

As far as Dumbledore told him Voldemort was currently nothing more than a ghost in an inhuman shell wandering around somewhere in Eastern Europe. The only difference was that now he had help in form of Wormtail the traitorous bastard that had betrayed his parents. And there also seemed to be another guy that Voldemort has gotten on his side, but Harry didn´t recognize the face from anywhere.

So now it was more or less just a matter of time before he would met his nemesis again because for some, to him unknown reason, the Dark Lord was hell bent on ending his life. Which freaked him out like nothing else.

Not for the first time he wished that he could talk with Sirius about his dreams but he was scared that someone would be able to track Hedwig and find his godfather, who was after all still the most wanted wizard in the whole United Kingdom.

I could write Hermione about the nightmare…

But he immediately threw that thought away. She was only going to nail him with questions and expect him to go to Dumbledore about it. Asking Ron for help wasn´t a much better choice either because to be honest he was quite thick most of the time about things like that and would probably only scare him more than he already was.

They both just don´t know what it´s like to be confronted with Voldemort!

He needed someone to talk to who actually had some experience about encountering Voldemort like him. But there was just no one who ever survived the experience… no wait! Suddenly it hit him.

There was one other person almost his age who had some experience with the Dark Lord, even when it had just been the seventeen year old version. Ginny Weasley, Ron´s little sister had been possessed in her first year at Hogwarts by a magical diary that had been created by Tom Riddle aka Voldemort.

And suddenly he felt really bad about her. After he had rescued her from the chamber he never even thought about talking to her about her traumatic experience. Granted her crush on him hadn´t really improved the options to talk to her because most of the time she couldn´t even look at him without blushing and then running away. Which he had to admit was kinda cute but again that also made it quite hard to talk to her.

But still, he should have been there for her, after all she was his best mate´s sister. With that in mind he sat up and went to his small desk, took out a piece of parchment and began to write.

Dear Ginny,

First of all how is your summer going so far? I hope you enjoy yourself.

Now I know that you are probably asking yourself why I´m writing you, because I don´t think I´ve ever send you a letter before. Well I wanna say that I´m sorry that I haven´t talked with you about the incident in your first year, must have been horrible to have Riddle in your head for so long. Again I´m sorry I should have been there for you when it happened. I hope you can forgive me for my thoughtfulness.

I also want to ask you about your experience with the diary, because as of recently I have those weird dreams where a muggle gets murdered in an old house and I think the killer is no other than Voldemort. I have that dream every single night and I believe that it actually happened. Did you have any visions when you were with the diary?

Harry.

He scratched his chin and looked over the letter again and after a couple minutes decided it was good enough. So he rolled the paper up and fastened it on the foot of his trusty snow owl Hedwig.

"Hey girl! You´re up for a flight?" he whispered while stroking over her beautiful white feathers affectionately. She hooted in response and flapped her wings, excited to finally leave her cage for a while, making him grin at his pet.

Very careful to not make any noise Harry opened the window to let her fly out. He winced slightly as he remembered what happened a couple days ago when he had let Hedwig out of her cage. She had accidentally thrown one of aunt Petunia´s pot plants down the windowsill, waking up the Dursley´s in the process. He was only sparred a beating because of Sirius would probably nail Vernon with his balls up on a wall. Or at least they thought that he would do something like that.

Anyway this time Hedwig made it out without any incident as she flew outside in the warm night.

Sighing he closed the window again and decided he should at least try to get some sleep. With that he laid down in his bed again and waited until sleep was sure to overcome him.

The following morning a very sleepy looking Ginny sat slowly down on her chair in the kitchen. The smell of her mother making breakfast had woken her, particularly the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Morning dear! Why are up so early?" her mother asked cheerfully. How she could get up so early for years on and never be grumpy about it was still a miracle to Ginny. She hardly ever got up that early if she didn´t have to, but she still beat her brothers at it about an hour each day. In Ron´s case maybe even two.

She looked groggily at her mother and mumbled something like "Huh?"

The Weasley matriarch just shook her head with a smile and turned back to preparing the breakfast for her children.

The sunlight slowly started to illuminate the kitchen when Ginny suddenly heard the soft hooting of an owl outside of the window near her.

Since when do they deliver the daily prophet this early in the morning?

But when she turned around to let the animal inside she was surprised to find out that it wasn´t the usual old brown family messenger Erol but a beautiful white snow owl that looked expectantly at her with unusually smart eyes. The look of it seemed to say something like "Come on what are you waiting for?" She carried a small letter with her and on the envelope she could clearly read Ginny Weasley, at which she furrowed her forehead trying to remember who owned an owl like this.

She seems oddly familiar though…

And then she suddenly realized who this owl belonged to, her longtime crush and best friend of her brother Harry Potter. The youngest Weasley couldn´t help but gape at the feathered messenger. Why the hell would he send HER a letter? Emotions that she thought she had buried last school year returned again.

He had written her! Her! Ginny Weasley, the girl that couldn´t even speak a full sentence in front of him without blushing like an idiot. Granted to last couple of months her demeanor near him had drastically improved due to the fact that she had spoken to Hermione one of his best friends. Who had advised her to just think of him as a normal boy instead of the glorified hero that defeated the Dark Lord. It had taken her some time but after a while she was finally able to see him for what he really was, a more or less normal guy who had absolutely no interest in being the worshipped Boy-Who-Lived.

Still she had rarely ever spoken to him and if she was honest besides the chamber of secrets incident they never had an actual conversation. But now he had suddenly written her a letter?

"Ginny? Everything alright? Isn´t that Harry´s owl?" her mum said with a concerned frown upon her face.

She hadn´t even noticed that she had completely frozen and just starred at the owl thinking what he could possible want to write her.

Ginny´s face went crimson red and stuttered "Y-yea? Why?"

The Weasley matriarch smiled inwardly, she knew about her daughter´s crush of course and she also happened to notice that the letter was also meant for her. So of course she was happy for her youngest child, since it obviously meant a lot to her.

"Don´t you want to read it?" she said looking at daughter with a sly grin who went even more red than she already happened to be.

Ginny just nodded embarrassed and carefully took the letter from Hedwig and gave her a couple owl threads. Then she rushed up to her bedroom with the paper securely in her hand.

So how was it? I´m really excited about the feedback from you guys. Seriously if you find a mistake somewhere just tell me please. I´d be happy to correct it. Anway thanks for reading next chapter comin out soon!

-Inverted Logic