4th October 1997

Dear Harry,

Neville said he's found this radio station on the wireless called Potterwatch. It's the only one that's telling the truth about what's really happening, and about where you are or could be (seeing as we don't actually know), seeing as the Profit and all the other stations are being censored. This one only survives because it has passwords to get into it, and they only have broadcasts every so often – they have to keep moving from place to place so that they don't get caught. Lee Jordan runs it, y'know, Fred and George's friend, except they all have codenames, it's obviously stupid if they use their real ones. It's quite popular among your supporters actually, and lots of members of the order have been on it as well as old Griffindors, including Remus the other week.

Luna showed me a copy of The Quibbler the other day. Her father seems to have changed his direction, and instead is printing information to support you. He's republished that interview with you from a couple of years ago. I told her she should be worried about her father, although I'm pleased that he's standing up for you.

Apart from that, not much has changed, apart from the fact that loads of muggle-borns who were rounded up to the Ministry to be registered for the Muggle-Born Registration Commission were mysteriously let out and have managed to escape. I don't suppose you three would have anything to do with that would you? I'd bet three sickles you have had. In fact, I think I'd bet George's remaining ear. What am I talking about? I know it's you! Well… deep down... it's something only someone as crazy as you would ever dare doing…nobody else would have the sheer nerve.

I'm actually in a better mood today than I have been for weeks, what with the prank the other day. Luna was a bit sore this morning, but the three of us have agreed that it was worth the pain, just to see their faces. I'm too tired to write anymore, so I think I might just go and enjoy the last of this warm weather with Neville by the lake.

Love you,

Ginny xxx

Harry smiled, he was pleased that even in those dark times Ginny had found a few moments in which she could be as normal as possible. It was nice. And trust her to bet her brother's remaining ear. Her bets and suspicions had been right, although she knew that now. Feeling in a better mood than he had been during the past half-hour, Harry put down the letter and reached into the box for the next.

A/N: Hey! Sorry about the short length of this one! Hopefully I'll be able to make it up to you in a couple of chapters time! This is one of my favourite letters however, just for it's simplicity. It's nice to see Ginny doing something normal for a change, just relaxing by the lake. Let me know what you think!