A/N: Hello. I know, I know. I haven't updated in a while. Now I could lie and tell you I was busy or that my computer crashed, but I'm not going to. I was just lazy. So I do apologize. This is right before christmas, so when Hermione and Harry are at Godric's Hollow.

Thank you SO much for reading this fic, and please, please review?

Dear Harry,

I'm worried...and confused...Snape's reaction was—wait—let me start at the beginning. So it was about two weeks after I wrote to you last, and Neville, Luna and I were listening to Potterwatch and they mentioned the Sword of Gryffindor. Neville had the idea that we should sneak into Snape's office, steal the sword, and find a way to send it to you, since it was, after all, rightfully yours. The rest of the DA didn't want to come when we told them about our plans so it ended up being Neville, Luna and me. We snuck in while everybody was at dinner, including Snape and the Carrows, and we had just gotten it off the wall and were on our way out the door when they walked in. I was convinced we were completely dead, but Snape just smiled greasily and sent the Carrows out. Then he said softly,

"What have we here?"

"Taking something that rightly belongs to a Gryffindor, not a filthy death eater," Neville said defiantly. I was convinced Snape was going to hurt him so badly that he wouldn't remember his own name, but instead he smiled again like he knew something we didn't and said,

"This cannot go unpunished. One hundred points will be taken from each of you and you will have a detention with Hagrid this evening at eight o'clock sharp. Meanwhile this," he snatched the sword from my hands, "Will be taken to Gringotts for safe keeping. Now get out of my sight."

Neville Luna and I looked at each other in pure shock. This punishment was too...tame. We were all expecting crucio and expulsion. This was getting off easy. We left and headed straight to the room of requirement.

"That was very tame," Neville frowned when we got in there.

It was...I'm worried. What's going on with him?" I answered, telling my two best friends my fears.

"I agree, it is strange, but I'm happy to see Hagrid again," Luna smiled in her mystic way. "Try not to dwell on it too much. Dwelling attracts the Wrackspurts." After that Neville and I couldn't stay worried. We both snorted and soon it was full blown laughter. Luna joined in and we had the biggest laughing fit I've had in a long time. We all ended up laughing so hard that we cried. I guess mum was right that laughter really is the best medicine. I felt the best I had in a long time, even if we didn't get the sword.

Later that evening we went down to see Hagrid for our detention. He agreed that something fishy was going on and reminded us not to listen to the Carrows. Then he told us that after Christmas he will be having a "Support Harry Potter" Party in his cabin since he knows that the Carrows are going to fire him soon anyway. Neville thought it was a brilliant idea but I was a bit worried. They could kill him for that. It's a dangerous thing to do. The Carrows are scared of Hagrid because he's half giant and that's what Hagrid is relying on. I don't think it's a good idea, but I know Hagrid won't listen to me if I try to tell him differently.

So now I have even more things on my mind. I miss you so much, Harry. We're going home for Christmas tomorrow and I know it won't be fun. Mum will be crying about you, Ron and Hermione. Not to mention Percy, the git. I'll bet you anything she knitted you a jumper, even though you likely won't be there. I hope you have a good Christmas, even though you're on the run.

I love you,

Love,

Ginny