Disclaimer: This story is 100% Alternate Universe and most, if not all, of the characters in this story are out of character as well. Also I don't own anything by J.K. Rowling and I am not trying to steal her characters, plots, or moments within the books that she has written. This is my own story and I also claim to not copy off of anyone else's work either in the process.

Please note that throughout this story, the characters will occasionally break the fourth wall. These sections will be represented in bold lettering.

What Happened Previously: Ginny tells us about her life in the burrow, and her family's views on Harry Potter. While taking her brother Ron to Platform 9 and 3/4 she meets her hero and they quickly become friends. Before leaving, Harry promises to write to Ginny.

Last Updated: 3/1/18

Chapter 2: The Letters

(Ginny P.O.V.)

"He's not going to write to me. Is he?" I thought as I stared out the window in my bedroom.

The rain was falling down heavily and I was stuck in my room wondering when I would receive any post. Not that I would receive any mail anyways because I don't have many friends. Its been a week since I had heard from either my so called brother Ronald Weasley, or Harry BLOODY Potter.

Yes I said BLOODY, and in all capital letters. I'm quite mad at him right now.

I just don't understand. Why wouldn't he write to me? I thought he was genuine about me being his first friend because he seemed so sad and alone. Did he even feel that way at all? Maybe his plan was to just get some sympathy for no one being there for him all along. Why even bother with me then? He could have just said I was annoying and go off to be the best of pals with my idiot brother Ron. Whatever. There's no doubt in my mind that he's forgotten all about me. I guess I should have seen this coming. Since Harry is the Boy-Who-Lived, it seems the instant fame got to his head. I guess he is not as genuine as he appears.

I gave Harry a few days to adjust to being at a wizard school. I thought that maybe after getting to know the castle, and learning some amazingly cool things, that he would send a letter to me. That way I would receive it by the next few days after. Well guess what? It never arrived. As of today, its since I had met Harry, and I was becoming increasingly agitated with each passing second. Flying was not even helping by this point and that never happens.

During this time I became reserved and somewhat cold towards my parents. I know it wasn't their fault, but I didn't want them to smother me either. Mum was going spare because she could not figure out why I was so upset. I don't like that kind of therapy. I'm not going to open up to someone if they consistently ask what's wrong. If they allow me the time to process what happened, and not ask me as much, then I would eventually reveal what was bothering me. Mum never seems to understand this.

Yesterday Mum decided that trying to get me to talk to her was a waste of time. So she tried a new tactic: Dad. It was after dinner last night when he came to talk to me, and I had to admit I was nervous about telling him why I was upset.

"Sweetheart? Do you have time to talk?"

"Go away, Daddy! I just want to be left alone."

"I can't just sit idly by, Ginny. Your mother and I are worried about you, and we don't want to see you this way. I'm sure you'll feel better when you admit what's bothering you. It's always been helpful for me, and for your brothers. Would you like to talk about it?"

My first reaction was to keep fighting him, but it was no use. I really tried to remain calm when answering my father, but I found tears coming into my eyes. I started bawling uncontrollably and dad took me into his arms to hold me.

"Shh Ginny it's okay. This is obviously something really important, sweetheart. What troubles you? Please tell us so we can help you." my father asked.

I didn't answer until I stopped crying. This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be hurt over Harry not writing me a letter. But for some reason I was.

"Okay. Last week I made a new friend at the train station when we dropped off Ron, Percy, and the Twins."

"What's your friend's name?"

I didn't know what to say. Should I tell my parents about meeting Harry Potter? No. They'd never believe me. I had to lie about who I met.

"His name is James. He was really nice, Daddy. He said … He said he would write to me and it's been almost a week! I really like him dad. Why wouldn't he write to me? I don't understand." I said whilst trying not to cry again.

I just chose to use Harry's middle name so that my parents might not be able to connect the dots. Maybe I should have used a different name altogether? Well it's too late to go back now.

"James is eleven and is going to Hogwarts for the first time. I think he was a muggle-born because he had never seen the hidden platform before." I said.

"Were his parents there? Did they hear him say he'd write back to you?"

"No. James was by himself."

"What did he look like, Ginny?"

"I think he had some taped up glasses and wore some baggy clothing. He did have black hair and green eyes."

I think my father was starting to understand who James really was based on the questions he was asking me. Thankfully he didn't press further about his real name.

"Did he say when he would write back?" Dad asked.

"Well ... no. But he seemed like he really wanted to! He told me I was his first friend ever!" I wailed.

"Well that's pretty special, Ginny. If you are his first friend ever, then I would suggest you send a letter out to him instead."

"But he said he would write!"

I think my dad was trying to explain this to me as best as he could, but it wasn't working.

"Okay, Ginny. Here's what I would do. First, I would just try to remain calm about James writing you back. He must be trying to adjust to school, and meet friends that are at Hogwarts." my father exclaimed.

I wasn't exactly happy about this first suggestion but decided to continue listening anyways.

"Secondly, I would actually write a letter out to James since he has not been able to write you back yet. Now please don't be mad at him sweetie. Give him a chance to adjust to school before getting mad. Okay?" my Dad asked in a hopeful way.

I didn't like this answer either. Harry needed to be reminded that a promise is a promise, and I don't take them lightly. I acknowledged my father with a fake smile and a nod.

"And lastly, since you said he was possibly a muggle-born, this transition may be incredibly hard on him. He's away from his family and may be a little upset because of that. If I were him, I would be really shy and confused about everything. I'm sure your friend is worried about trying to fit in and make new friends in his house."

I hadn't really thought of it that way. It may actually be hard for Harry to make genuine friends, considering he is famous and all I feel really bad for being mad at him. Perhaps my father is right. I guess I can wait a little bit longer for a reply from Harry, but I'm not going to send a letter out to him. If he really does want to be my friend, then I want him to make the first move. Nevermind. I'll probably write a letter tonight and send it out tomorrow.

"Thanks for the advice, Daddy. I'll start working on that letter." I said.

"That's my girl. Do you feel better now?"

I nodded my head. Dad took me in for a short hug and then left me alone to start writing. I reached for some parchment and a quill at my desk and started writing out my letter to Harry.

Dear Harry,

How are you? I haven't heard anything from you in a week and I wanted to reach out and say hi.

So ... hi

No. This will never do. I crumpled up the badly written letter and threw it away. I reached for another piece of parchment and started writing. Since I was agitated from the failed first attempt, I suppose it reflected in my writing this time around.

Dear "Boy-Who-Lived",

I thought you said you were going to write to me, but it's been over a week now and I haven't heard anything.

I guess you have forgotten all about me, but I guess I should have expected it since you're famous and all and I'm just some annoying little girl.

No! This isn't fair to him. I promised Dad I would be nice to Harry, I mean "James", and this is not the right thing to do. He may actually even need a friend right now. Although I still don't understand what kind of family would just leave him alone at the station with no help at all, he might miss his family a little bit too. They really must be muggles if they thought it was fine to just leave him there at the platform by himself. I will have to ask Harry about that. Maybe they're not so nice after all. After throwing the second note away, I shook these thoughts from my head and found myself another piece of parchment. Ok the third time is the charm. Hopefully.

Dear Harry Potter,

You're really cute.

I've read so many stories about you, and I've wanted to meet you since I was six years old.

I think about you all the time.

Arrrgggghh! NO NO NO! Why is it so hard to write to him? It's either too forward, too mean, or too awkward! It's never like this with anyone else! I decided to go to bed instead. There was no way I could write to him like this. Sleeping would also give me time to think about what I would say in the letter. Hopefully Harry would just send me a letter first so I won't end up embarrassing myself. With tired eyes, I went over to my bed and sleep claimed me.

And now we're caught up to the present. Today was much of the same as the others: wait around for a letter from Harry or Ron, read, fly a little, and then go crazy from boredom. That's it. I've had enough boredom for one day. I need to go flying again and enjoy myself. If I just think about getting letters all the time, it would make me go mad from the anticipation. So what if the weather was bad today? I don't care if it's raining! I also realized I need more parchment since I destroyed all the pieces in my room yesterday. Thankfully the waste basket in my room burns up any trash that goes into it. There would be no chance of my family finding out about these horrid attempts at a letter to my new friend.

I grabbed my jumper and put it on immediately. Knowing that the wind and rain would make me freezing on my broom, I had to be the warmest I could be. I started heading down the stairs from my room when I stopped abruptly after realizing my parents were arguing and they were not alone. Someone else was with them, but who? I headed back up the stairs a little bit more and poked my head out from the top of the banister. I cleared my thoughts and listened carefully to what was being discussed.

"But Mollywobbles you knew what would happen when we signed the contract! There's no way we can go back on it now! If we do there will be terrible consequences!"

That voice sounded like Dad. The next voice was indeed Mum because she was shrieking.

"I DON'T CARE ARTHUR! I want it reversed! My daughter cannot be involved with this bloody contract! I forbid it! Get her out of this now, Albus!"

"Wait. I'm involved somehow? My parents signed a contract that included me in it, and they didn't bother to tell me about it? I'm really confused. What is this all about?" I thought.

"I simply can't do that, Molly. You know what will happen if we try to annul the contract before your daughter comes of age. By breaking the terms of the agreement, she will never be able to have children of her own. If she really does want to have them some day, it will never be possible. And that's not even considering the other problem that comes with breaking any magical agreement. I please urge you to reconsider your daughter's future!"

Ok that voice was definitely from Professor Dumbledore. I recognized that voice from years of him being over here and spending time with my parents. Also what in the world is going on here? I can't ever have kids if this contract is annulled? What's this contract all about? I have so many questions it is making my head spin.

"Please listen to us! Do not annul this contract. I will not stand by and let you break it!"

That was my father again. I'm glad he's sticking up for me. I only wish I knew why I wouldn't be able to have kids if this contract was annulled. Also what's the other thing? What could be worse than not being able to have kids? Also Dad's right. I absolutely do not want any right now.

Just then Mum yelled so loud that it broke my train of thought.

"BUT HE'S IN SLYTHERIN! Every witch or wizard that ends up there goes bad. Every. Single. One! I can't have that for Ginny! What kind of person is this boy anyways? I'm glad Ron told us all about this little fiasco in his letter!" said Mum.

"Hold on a minute. Who's in Slytherin, and what's this talk of a boy that may be bad? Did my parents make a marriage contract or something? Also what letter from Ron are they talking about? I saw no such thing! I would know since I've been anxiously waiting for the post to arrive." I thought nervously.

"Can you please re-sort him into another house Albus? There must be a way to do so!" Mum asked.

"Unfortunately no. Once the sorting hat chooses to place a student in a particular house, it is considered to be magically binding and cannot be undone. Even with my vast sorcery, I cannot undo the magic from the sorting hat because it was created by the founders of Hogwarts. If it makes any difference on either one of you, the boy did not want to be placed in Slytherin. He was adamant about not being in that house. So, by logical standards, he can't be all deemed as a bad wizard if he doesn't wish to reside in Slytherin." Dumbledore cautiously stated.

"No it doesn't make me feel better, Albus. I don't want to be associated with someone who's in that house of murderers! What matters is that he's not someone I want our daughter associating with! It's extremely likely that he will turn dark when he gets older and maybe even succeed "You-Know-Who"." Mum stated.

"Who could possibly turn that dark? Well I guess with "You-Know-Who" anything is possible. Wait. Mum said that he may even become a more darker wizard than "You-Know-Who". Who in the world is this person? Oh no! If I am stuck with some Slytherin kid I won't get a chance with Harry Potter! Why did my parents do this to me? They've always known I wanted to marry him ever since I heard about him from when I was six! Plus I've just met him and he seemed so sweet and innocent!"

I didn't even bother trying to listen in to the rest of the conversation that was taking place. I quickly ran into my bedroom while being as quiet as I possibly could and shut my door. I threw myself on the bed and began sobbing my eyes out uncontrollably.

"Harry. I know I don't know you that well, but I felt something when we met only a week ago at the train station. You were so nice and kind to me. You made me feel important and special in so many ways. Even if we only remain friends, I'll always regret not being able to explore something more." I thought.

I continued to cry into my pillow as the thoughts of not being with Harry drifted away from my head for what seemed like an hour. I wanted nothing more than to just stay in my room for the rest of my life, but the question on who I was apparently promised to was still burning in my mind. Seeing as there was only one clear option, I made my way to the door, opened it, and silently made my way back down the stairs. From what I was hearing, it sounded like the conversation was just going around again full circle with mum being against it, Dumbledore trying to make her see reason, and my father not sure on how to handle this when they clearly messed up in the first place. I didn't hear anything else useful from the conversation the adults were having for the rest of the night. That is of course until Dumbledore left and I heard something rather shocking from both of my parents.

"Molly, we have to tell Ginny. This was incredibly selfish of us. I'm still shocked that Dumbledore convinced us to go through with this! I can only hope that she will forgive us in time." my Dad said.

"So this is Dumbledore's fault, huh? I'll make sure I get even with him someday." I thought.

"She'll forgive us. Maybe not right away, but she will in time." Mum stated.

"Are you sure about that? Ginny does hold grudges, and who knows how long she'll resent us over this!"

"She will forgive us, Arthur. We are her parents, and what we say goes."

"Fine. But what about the letters? It's obvious that he's been trying to talk to her, because I recognize his owl. We can't hide any letters for her forever! I nearly told her earlier today! She needs to know what's going on." Dad said.

"We can and will hide them from her! Even though Dumbledore has been able to intercept his mail for us to read, I think the boy will eventually figure out what is going on and demand to see Ginny in person. We need to prevent this from happening as much as possible Arthur. Hopefully she will never find out about this, and fall in love with someone else, thus breaking the contract. It's the only loophole we were able to discover!"

"That is not going to happen, Molly. The contract intensifies the feelings that the two have for one another! It will be impossible for Ginny to fall in love with someone else! You know there is only one thing we can do. When Ginny is older, we will tell her together, and then hopefully she can understand what we did was for the best." Dad said.

Both of my parents headed off to sleep after that.

"What in the world are they talking about? So this boy I don't know is trying to get in touch with me, and possibly even wanting to meet me in person? If this boy is really in Slytherin I don't really think meeting him would be a great idea. I don't want to end up married to a possible "You-Know-Who" worshiper. Maybe I can find those letters mum and dad were talking about so that way I can maybe see the name of the person who I am contractually obliged to fall in love with." I thought.

I waited about 15 more minutes before heading down the stairs to search for these letters. I had a lot of doubts about doing this in the first place because it would tell me who this person was, but at the same time I had to know. The thought of knowing, and then being disappointed, sent shivers down my spine in the worst way possible. There was only one person I would ever consider being married to, and this Slytherin bloke will never have my heart.

I started looking in the most obvious place where mum would hide things from us: the downstairs closet. More often than not I would find my birthday presents and Christmas presents from my parents in there, and it seemed like a great place to start looking. When I opened the door, the closet appeared to be spotless. There were no boxes in the closet and the only things that were inside were old jackets and shoes that no one wore anymore. The only thing I could rely on now was getting one of my parent's wands and use a Four Point spell to lead me towards the location of those letters.

I made my way back to the kitchen in search of a wand. I checked the entire kitchen from top to bottom as quietly as possible, but did not find what I was searching for. Finally I decided to take a break to collect my thoughts and sat down at the family table in the dining room. After pondering for several minutes thinking about where else I could find a wand without going into my parent's room, I started giving up on that possibility and went back to my list of places the letters could be hidden.

I remember the twins mentioned once that they found some of their birthday gifts hidden in the chimney of the fireplace. Because they were looking in every single location they could think of in the house for their presents, the chimney seemed like an obvious answer in their twisted minds. Fortunately their hair brained logic paid off that time because their gifts were actually inside. I started making my way over to the fireplace when I noticed something on the mantle that made me want to smack my forehead. My grandmother's wand was sitting on top of the mantle and it was unfortunately going to be mine one day since new wands are quite expensive. Why didn't I remember this before since it's mostly mine now anyways? I shrugged off my own stupidity and grabbed my grandmother's wand. Thankfully I've seen my parents do the Four Point spell many times, so casting it wouldn't be a problem. I raised the wand and spoke the incantation.

"Point me" I whispered.

Instantly the wand produced a light blue streak and went towards the direction of the lounge. I started following the streak and noticed that it was making me stop right before the lounge and I found myself standing in the middle of the hallway. I took in my surroundings and was confused. There wasn't any furniture, containers, or boxes that the letters could be hidden in so why would the spell stop here? I was about to give up and call it a night when I noticed that I was standing on an old family rug. Maybe the spell was indicating that the letters were under the rug?

I carefully removed the old rug and noticed there was a missing floorboard underneath. Hooray for me! Oh please let the letters be inside! I looked in the floorboards and found the items I had been looking for: a few letters addressed to me, and one that was from Ron (I'd recognize that messy scrawl anywhere). There was no way I was going to simply take these and return them later. I'd probably want to read and then re-read them again just to make sure I'd know exactly what was going on.

"What was that duplication spell called? Um ... gem something ... gemin ... gemino ... gemini ... Geminio! Yes that's it!" I thought to myself.

I used the incantation and all of the letters doubled. I took the duplicated copies as they would disappear after a month and put the originals back into the floorboards. If I really needed them longer than a month I could always write down what was written or just duplicate the originals again. After placing the rug back where it originally was, and also returning my future wand (I wish I could just have my own wand instead) to the fireplace mantle, I made my way back up the stairs to my room and closed my door shut.

Finally the answers I was looking for were in my possession. I didn't know which one to open first. My options were either to read the two letters addressed to me, or the letter from Ron. I'm sure the letter from Ron is nothing more than just complaining on his end about this guy I am contractually bound to. I'll probably read this last. Looking at the two letters that were addressed to me, I noticed that one was postmarked on September 1st and the next was September 4th. I decided to open the one from the earlier date first.

In anticipation of seeing who wrote to me, I skimmed to the bottom and was thrilled to see that it was from ... No freaking way. Harry Potter? My parents bound me to Harry?! Oh good Godric I'm so happy I could scream! I decided to hold in my shrieks of joy for now because it could wake up Mum and Dad. I started reading the first letter Harry had written to me.

Dear Ginny,

I have a lot to tell you and I hope that's alright for my first letter.

I realize that this may seem trivial, but I really did appreciate you going through the wall with me. I really was nervous and afraid of what to do around your family, and seeing Ron go through first made it even more scary. I felt a lot more relaxed when you went with me. When I got on the train and waved goodbye, I felt sad that I was leaving you behind. I wanted to spend more time with my only friend. Growing up, I was never allowed to be friends with anyone so it felt great to finally meet someone my own age that actually likes me as I am. We may need to work on you freaking out when seeing me though.

When I first got on the train, I met your brother Ron. He asked if he could sit in the same cabin as me. He was a little shy at first, but then started warming up after we started talking about this fascinating game called Quidditch. I really hope I get to play it sometime soon! We were eventually interrupted by a girl with a lot bushy hair who was looking for some guy's toad named Trevor. I think the boy's name was Neville Longbottom. The girl who interrupted us, who's name is Hermione Granger by the way, then repaired my glasses with her wand. I never magic could do that! Hermione seems okay for now, but I didn't like it when she learned who I am.

As I mentioned before, I never did any of those things in the books about me. Well except for killing Voldemort apparently. So it aggravated me when Hermione said that books never lied to her before, and that I must be mistaken. I pointed out to her that considering the books are all about me, you'd think she'd listen to me when I said that everything that's been printed about me is a load of bullocks. She shut up real quick afterwards.

After that, three boys approached my cabin and introduced themselves as Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Draco Malfoy. They were rude and made fun of Ron for being poor and then picked on Hermione for being a "mudblood". I dont know what it means, but it did upset her. I have no wish to be around those three cretins. They seem to cause nothing but trouble.

When we reached Hogwarts, the first years were gathered and escorted to the boats that led across the lake to the castle. The castle is amazing and I can't wait for you to see it for yourself. Eventually we were gathered in the Great Hall and made our way to the sorting hat. This is where things turned bad. As soon as I put the hat on, it kept on convincing me that Slytherin House was the best choice for me. I didn't want to go however because I learned that Slytherin was the house that Voldemort was in. I do not wish to be associated with anything that involves him. Ever. The hat won in the end though and I was placed in Slytherin.

I stopped reading the letter for a moment. I temporarily forgot that Harry is now in Slytherin and I froze with fear. Why would he end up there? What could have caused him to get selected in that house? Is Mum right after all, and he may become a dark wizard? No. I can't be like this. I don't know him that well, so I can't go around judging him without any kind of indication on who he really is. I kept reading the remainder of the letter.

I was insisting to the other professors that the hat made the wrong choice, but they refused to move me to another house. Apparently there is nothing that can be done once the hat chooses where you will go. I don't understand why I would be placed there! I'm not evil!

The only good news is that I do know someone that is in the same house with me; Hermione Granger. I'm not exactly pleased it was her though. I just hopes she lightens up. She was just as shocked as I was and wanted to be in Ravenclaw because that's where all the "intelligent" witches and wizards go. Even though I'm sorry she ended up in Slytherin, I'm glad she's with me. We may not get along well yet, but so far she's my only friend here.

You're probably wondering why I didn't mention Ron about being my friend. Well it turns out your brothers were less than thrilled about me being in the snake house. Ron kept shooting me a death glare and your older brother, I think I heard his name was Percy, shot Hermione and I a sneered look too. I did get a chance to meet Fred and George on the train and they seemed nice enough, but they just gave us some worried looks across the hall.

My head of Slytherin House is Professor Snape, the potions master of the school. He seemed shocked I was placed into his house as well. I didn't get to know much about him really beyond that. Hopefully he's nice, but who knows what will happen.

I think I will stop for now and send you another letter soon.

I'm glad I met you Ginny.

Your friend,

Harry Potter

Wow. Im conflicted with what I should do. Maybe I'm just being a bit prejudiced about Slytherins, but I just can't help it.

I turned my attention to the remaining letters. It seems this other letter for me was from Harry too. Great. Ok wait that's not what I mean. I'm glad it was from him, but I didn't want things to turn out this way. I wanted him to love me on his own and not through the power of a marriage contract. Now I'll always be wary if he truly feels this way or is just infatuated because of a stupid magical document.

I sighed and picked up the letter that was from Ron to my parents. I just hope the prat explained why he hasn't bothered to write me yet.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I did exactly as you asked me to. I tried to befriend Harry Potter as soon as we got on the train, but all he kept doing was ask questions about Ginny. Why was he asking about her? Did the two of them meet somehow?

I know that Ginny is in some kind of contract with him, but I have some bad news about the Boy-Who-Lived. He's in SLYTHERIN! That's right! The supposed defeater of the "You-Know-Who" is in the same house him. Harry Potter is nothing but a no good rotten dirty snake worshiper! I don't trust him. Now that the plans with that Hermione girl have failed too, we also need to watch out for her. Who would have thought that both of them would end up in Slytherin?

That's all for now,

Ron

P.S. I'm sure you heard already heard, but I got into Gryffindor! The Weasley family tradition continues!

My hands were shaking with rage when I finished the short letter.

"THAT ARROGANT THICK HEADED JERK! He's the reason my parents don't trust Harry? I'm going to give him a bat bogey hex so brutal he won't be able to see for a week!" I angrily thought.

It wasn't just my brother I was angry at however. It seems that my parents were scheming along with Ron and Dumbledore so that my idiot brother, and this Hermione girl, would be Harry's fake friends. I'm glad that this plan blew up in their face. Now Harry will be able to have real friends. Although Hermione is now in Slytherin, I bet she will befriend Harry regardless.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I forgot there was another letter that still had to be opened. I reached for the final letter and this time it was written on September the 4th. I could tell this one was not nearly as pleasant as the others. The writing on the front was not as neat. The letter was also sloppily rushed at points.

Dear Ginny,

I'm not sure if you received my last letter or not. Just in case it did not arrive, I'll just explain briefly what I said in the last letter. I instantly missed you when I got on the train. You really are my first friend and I wanted to spend more time with you. The castle of Hogwarts is amazing and I'm glad I was glad I'm at school. I was sorted into the Slytherin house along with someone else I befriended on the train. Her name is Hermione Granger and is quite annoying thus far. Your brothers seem to dislike me even though I barely know them. I think it's because of this Slytherin/Gryffindor rivalry I've heard about. Now on to this letter.

I don't want to be here anymore Ginny. While this place may not be as horrible as living with my Aunt and Uncle, I still would rather be out on my own than live here in the castle for one more minute. Your brother Ron is constantly berating me and Hermione any single chance he can get. For example, I remember yesterday in transfiguration class he threw a piece of crumpled up parchment at me, and as soon as I picked it up, Professor McGonagall took house points away from Slytherin for me not paying attention. How unfair is that?

When we exited class, your brother made fun of Hermione for being a muggleborn and called her that word "mudblood" again. She was in tears and fled to a nearby broom closet to be alone. Even though she is a know it all, I wasn't going to stand there and let your brother say those things to her. I was just about to punch your git of a brother in the face when Professor Dumbledore told us all to go on our way. I tried to explain what was going on, but the headmaster wouldn't hear anything of it. I am starting to think everyone who's not in Slytherin is prejudiced against them.

Besides that, there are many in my own house who dislike me for getting rid of the dark lord. Apparently I was supposed to have died but had to ruin Voldemort's plans by surviving. Draco Malfoy was thankfully not one of them, but he hasn't said anything nice to me regardless. I guess I am just aiming to disappoint around here.

The only saving grace has been my friendship of Hermione, Professor Snape (I've heard he's mean, but he's been nothing but kind towards me and Hermione), and you of course. It does help that the Slytherins all get separate rooms so escaping from all these prats every day is a blessing. I wish there was some way I could see you Ginny. I could really use another hug from you.

Please respond back. I want to hear from my first friend again soon.

Harry Potter

My heart was breaking with each passing line of the letter. Not only was Harry miserable, but he was receiving unfair treatment just because he was in Slytherin. Also what was going on with his Aunt and Uncle? Were they mean to him? I don't know what to think anymore. There were too many bombshells dropped on me today and I didn't want to deal with it. I took the letter and held it close to me while a few tears escaped my eyes. Harry was so nice and sweet, but all he got in return was pain.

There must be a way for me to send Harry a letter without my parents knowing. Using an owl would be too easy for my parents to snatch it away and read it for themselves. The only thing I could do was to try and find another way in one of our family books. Then I could send something to Harry somehow. I only hoped I could figure this problem out soon. Harry was upset and a friend. Well I was definitely going to be there for him. I was not about to let my friend down, so I would do everything I could to help him.

I would start to look for some kind of other method to reach Harry tomorrow. I realized I was extremely tired and crawled into bed whilst thinking of everything I overheard today.