Harry stormed into his tent. Why couldn't Ron understand? Why couldn't the others see it? Why couldn't he tell the others of Dumbledore's master plan? "Bullocks!" He shouted tossing his tired body onto the small armchair. He pulled the letter Ron had given him from his jeans pocket and began the deciphering process.
Harry,
I know how hard these times are for you. I am sorry I complain. It's just really hard on my end too. Mum is going nuts. We haven't heard from Hermione since she left Hogsmeade after last term.
Oh Harry I so wish I could see you. Mum won't me out of her site for a second. I haven't been out of this house all break. Every night when I can't sleep I stare out my bedroom window at the stars. I know in my heart that you are out there. And in my childish girl brain I imagine your sitting looking at those stars. And its like were together looking at them. I know I'm just being a silly little girl. But its all I have.
I am trying to stay safe Harry. I know you need me here. There isn't a second that goes by that I don't think of you.
With all my love,
Ginny.
Harry put the letter away with the others. If only there was a way he could see the Weasleys. If only for a few minuets. That was it. His mind was made up.
