A Letter

Chapter 1

It was a cold winters day and a fifteen year old boy was going old fashioned and writing a letter to his best friend. He wanted to meet her at the Leaky Cauldron on Christmas Eve to tell her how he really feels. The hating he felt only because his father told him to hate her but when he met her, on the Hogwarts Express on September first, all that changed and he instanly felt a conection. Four years later and he truly loved her from her bright red curled locks right down to her green converse that she constantly wore when she went to Hogsmeade with him. They did everything together. From eating breakfast in the Great Hall to talking by the fire with her cousins. This Christmas he wanted to be with her in her grand-parents home sitting on the couch or walking by the pond near her home, he didn't care as long as they were together on Christmas Day. At New Years he would be with his parens hopefully he would be able to introduce her to them and they would like her. Well his mother would love her from the moment she sees her but his father would need a little bit more to his father her whole family are blood traiters plus she is the daughter of a muggle-born. He loved her whatever his parents would think of her. As long as she loved him everything would be perfect.

The only thing that teenage boy wasn't aware of was that the girl he was writing to was thinking of him in her Gryffindor dorm, drawing hearts with the initials S.M and R.W insidethem on her parchment which she was supposed to be doing her Charms essay on. This was very unusual for her to be day dreaming when she was meant to be doing homework. Only one person in Hogwarts was able to do this to her. She stood from her chair and walked towards the door, thinking of his pale grey eyes, opened it and found her favourite cousin standing on the other side. She passed him and left the Common Room leaving her cousin standing with his mouth hanging open staring after her. She went down to the Great Hall and found who she was looking for sitting at the Gryffindor table with his pale hair bent over something exedingly interesting. Her mouth erupted into a wide smile and she practically skipped towards him. He looked up when he heard footsteps approaching, he saw her and slid the letter underneath his Transfiguration book.

She sat down beside him and smiled, he smiled back at her. He loved her smile, her perfect teeth and her full pink lips, which he so desperately wanted to kiss but he didn't. He wanted to wait, maybe they could 'accidently' get caught underneath some mistletoe and then they would have to kiss to be released from its spell. He couldn't do that, not to her, not to anyone, but especially not to her, even though he so desperatly wanted to.

She was talking to him and he was memorising each word she uttered;

"I can't wait to go back home and see mum and dad again. Can you wait to see your parents?"

"I can't wait to see Elanna. Mum says that she's getting better now I haven't seen her since she caught Chicken Pox and that was ages ago." He repiled

"I really hope she recovers fully for Christmas. I would really like to meet her, she's so beautiful not as beautiful as Victoire but she almost is. Are you sure no-one in your family is part Veela?"

"Positive." He answered laughing, "You should meet her, I think she'll like you very much. She's a bit protective of me but I'm more protective of her. You should have seen us when mother and father kept arguing when we were little. I would comfort her even though she's two years older than me."

This made the red head next to him smile a bigger smile, "I like hearing about your family. You've met most of mine so I can't really tell you much more about them. Plus their so damn famous that everybody in the Wizarding World knows their names. It's quite frustrating."

"I'd love to have a family as big as yours, I highly doubt life would ever get boring in your grandparents house at Christmas. I would love to go there one day and meet your family and try to make them see that I'm nothing like my great-grandfather who hated muggles, muggle borns, half-bloods and blood-traitors. I just see them as people and seeing as how pure-bloods are running low I think there should be more marriages between everyone, I don't care who as long as magic lives for a very long time to come."

She loved hearing about his views on the world. She thought he would make a very good Minister of Magic but every time she told him this he would look at her if she was crazy, which she most certainly was not.

"What are you thinking about Angel?" he asked her.

"Nothing. Why did you just call me Angel?"

"It suits you, you're my little red haired angel sent from heaven." She blushed.

"I'm not little. I'm petite. And thankyou." She answered still blushing. Her face was going the same colour as her hair.

She left the Great Hall without saying another word.

" You're most welcome." He whispered to himself.

He took out another piece of parchment and began writing a letter to his mother enquiring towards his sisters health and if he could bring a friend with him the next he went to visit her. He left the Great Hall and made his way towards the Owlery. Just as he came to the foot of the staris he came face to face with one of her cousins. Her favourite cousin.