Chapter 2
The next morning, Harry recounted his dream to his wife. Ginny sighed and came to the same conclusion he had- that he just missed his best friend.
"I miss her too." She said, sadness in her eyes as she looked at him. Harry knew that the two of them had been the best of friends, one of Hermione's only girl friends. He remembered when he could barely get to sleep because of their late-night chatter when they were all staying at the Burrow.
Both of them were shaken out of their reveries of Hermione by their 2 month old son crying from his position in the play pen.
Ginny cooed as she picked him up, comforting him.
Once James stopped whimpering, Kreacher walked in, holding the mail in his hand.
"The mail, Master Harry."
"Thanks Kreacher." He said absentmindedly. "Could you maybe make treacle tart tonight?
"Of course Master Harry" Kreacher said, and left the room.
Harry picked up the mail. 'Let's see, Daily Prophet, water bill...' Harry froze. "Ginny!!!"
"I'm still in the room, you don't need to yell. What is it?"
Harry wordlessly showed her the letter. "Recognize that handwriting?"
Ginny stared, open mouthed. It looked like Hermione had decided to write.
