Me: It is 2:33 in the morning here and this just came to me. Ginny is writing a letter to–

Harry: ME!

Me: Yes you. Anyway, it's a letter to Scar-head–

Harry: Hey!

Me: –from Ginny. Unfortunately, she doesn't get to finish it. What will happen? Read to find out!...I'm gonna start writing now.


Dear Harry,

With you gone everyday, I feel like something is missing inside of me. Death Eaters have already visited our house, (probably looking for you) and they searched every teeny tiny little crevice you could possibly hide in. I think their names were Dolohov and Rodolphus, though they could be spelled wrong, or could be the wrong names completely.

The two Dunderheads started in the living room and dining room, and found absolutely nothing…although they did get a whack on the head with a broom from mum because they touched her clock. (You know, the one with 11 hands for us Weasley's, you, Hermione and Phlegm that says where we all are?) They have giant red lumps on their heads now. Can I get a ha-ha?

Then they went to Ron's room. You should've seen the looks on their faces when they found the ghoul! They ran out screaming like little girls! It seems like Ron taught the Ghoul how to walk, because it got out of Ron's bed and ran towards the Death Eaters. They started running when mum said, "You know, Ronald is sick and highly contagious with Spattergroit right now." Unfortunately, that didn't stop them from rampaging through the rest of the house.

After Ron's room, they went down to Charlie's. Who knew he had mini fire-breathing dragons hidden under his bed in case of intruders? We sure didn't, and apparently, neither did the Death Eaters. Let's just say their eyebrows have looked better…and their legs…and their arms…

Walking stiffly down the stairs, the two evil men found Mum and Dad's room, and quickly got attacked with mum's spare kitchen tools and dad's flying muggle contraptions! They got beat up by inanimate objects. I thought You-Know…fine…Voldemort ::wince:: didn't put up with idiots?

Percy's room didn't pose much of a threat to the Death Eaters, and they were able to take a rest from the beatings…that is, until they went across the landing to Fred and George's room. Well, as you know, they left for the shop right after Bill and Phlegm's wedding, so they had boxes and boxes of faulty jokes piled around their room. The first box happened to be their fireworks…needless to say, the fireworks went off, caused the other boxes to open, and us Weasley's closed and locked that door as soon as we could. It took about 2½ hours for it to become quiet in the house, when we opened the twins' door, we were all shocked, to say the least. We could hardly recognize them, being covered in soot with black eyes and scorched clothes. It was a sight to behold…you'd think in the middle of a crisis they'd remember that they were wizards…

Bill's room was paradise compared to the rest of the house. Nothing at all happened, and that just scared the Death Eaters even more. I am going to have a talk with Bill later about how to better arm his room…

Lastly was my room. What Dumb and Dumber didn't expect was my Weird Sister's poster coming to life. And Gwenog Jones personally chased them out of the house. There was no way that I was going to let them ruin my room. You have no idea how many things of you, how many memorabilia I have. I just couldn't let them trash it.

Harry, there is something I have wanted to tell you since you saved me in the Chamber of Secrets, and here it is: Harry James Potter, I lo-

"Ginny! Where are you?" Ginny Weasley stopped writing and hurriedly shoved her letter to Harry under her bed. It was the one place no one ever looked.

"What mum?" She yelled back.

BANG! Ginny jumped as her bedroom door was forced open. "Ginny, we just got word that Death Eaters are on their way. Grab any necessities and be ready to go in 5 minutes!"

With the letter forgotten, Ginny grabbed some pictures of her and Harry and Harry's old scarf before running to her mum. Before Ginny knew it, she was being apparated away.

Away from her childhood home.

Away from her memories.

Away from the biggest secret she'd ever had.


Me: It is now 3:06, and I don't know if I should keep this a one-shot, or write an epilogue in the future where Ginny finds the letter. Review, and let me know what I should do, but I don't think it will be more than a two shot.

Harry: I vote epilogue!

Ginny: Me too!

Harry: -jaw drops- Well hello there…

Ginny: -giggles- Hey

Me: Uh, guys, I'm right here.

Harry: Yea, yea, yea, we'll see you later Sullie…

Me: Huh?

Ginny: Yeah…bye.

-both run off holding hands-

Me: Does that mean I'm alone now?

-crickets-

Me: Come on readers, don't let me stay lonely, REVIEW!...please.