This chapter very nearly didn't come out, because I forgot to edit! :/ But here it is. Okay, so this is a mix of Ginny's and Sirius' point of views, because it was a filler that I wrote months ago, but I hope you can see whose POV is being spoken about and where.

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I sat on the Hogwarts Express, with Neville, Luna and Harry, because Ron and Hermione were in another compartment with the other prefects again. I reached into my shoulder bag for my book when the conversation died down, and I was annoyed to find an envelope stuck in it. I yanked it out to put it back in my bag, when I saw Sirius' writing on it.

4th January, 1996.
Ginevra,
I know I tell you this pretty much every time I write to you, but you've changed my life in ways not even Cassandra Trelawney could have predicted, and I will forever be grateful for that. I know that this Christmas holiday has been marred by your father's attack, and the fact that I'm not allowed out, so I couldn't even get you a gift, but it has been my best Christmas for a very long time.
I know I'm rambling a fair bit, but Remus hasn't been about for a week and I'm not sure when he'll be back, so I don't know when I can write to you next. The point is, I'm really going to miss you, and I was hoping you could come back for Easter, if your mum would let you. I think they might be staying for the Order anyway, but I'd really like to see you. I don't think I can wait six months for you to come back over the Summer.
By the way, I forgot to tell your brothers to be a bit more sneaky with their so-called experiments, but I was on the receiving end of yet another ran from your mum, so kindly remind them.
There's not really anything else I can tell you that you don't already know, or that we don't have ages to tell stories about.
So, with no love sent, as usual,
Sirius.
P.S: Just as a little afterthought, do you know how hard it was to choose a book to hide this bloody letter in? In the end, I clearly decided on this one. You must lend me The Picture of Dorian Gray, though, if you ever pick it up and find the letter 'hidden' inside. I do enjoy reading Oscar Wilde, even though he was a Muggle. Anyway, that's all I can say really.

9th January, 1996.
Sirius, you daft mutt,
You couldn't have just given me the letter like any normal person? Honestly. I'll Owl the book over to you when I'm done. I'll send it to Mum to give to you, most probably, because it'll just be easier. I'll be as subtle as I can. We've not yet started learning how to conjure a Patronus with Harry, so I'll let you know as soon as we do. Personally, I don't think he's going to start it until summer, because everyone knows how advanced they are.
Have you ever read The Picture of Dorian Gray? It's a really good book, actually, and it's a genuinely interesting book. Hermione recommended it, and apparently, it was used against Oscar Wilde as part of his trial in 1895. It's pretty saucy at times, and quite scary too, and I think you'll appreciate some of the themes within it. I know I did.
Anyway, the usual, no love sent nonsense,
Ginny.
P.S: I'm glad it took you ages to find an appropriate book to hide your letter in, it serves you right for trying to be sneaky.

13th February, 1996.
Ginevra,
I am so sorry this letter has taken so long to send, but Remus didn't get back until about four days ago, and he was hurt quite badly. I'm sure Hermione will go into the details with you, so there is no need for me to. By the time you read this, I'm pretty sure it will be Valentine's Day, so I'm going to say, Happy Valentine's Day.
Well this is a little bit stupid, considering that by rights, I should be with you. However, I do hope that you have a really good day nonetheless, though I suppose you will be spending it with Luna and Amelia. Oh no, that's not right, you said that Colin had asked Amelia out. So just with Luna then. If this letter hasn't been tampered with, you will have a small box next to you or in front of you, or wherever. If not, well, I am furious and can do nothing about it.
Enjoy your day, and know that I will be thinking of you for the whole day.
With Love,
Sirius.

Ginny opened the small box that had indeed come with the owl. In it, there was a silver pendant with a star attached to it. In the middle of the star was a small diamond, and it glittered in the weak February sunlight on Valentine's Day morning. Ginny took the necklace out, and put it on, giggling quietly when the surprisingly warm star hit her chest lightly. She lifted the box to put it away and heard it rattle when she moved it, so she opened it again, and was gasped when she saw a shiny gold Galleon lying at the bottom of the box.

"Oh Sirius," she sighed.

I grinned when I heard my name and fingered the photograph of us. I was glad she liked it. She deserved to have everything that possibly could make her happy. The truth was that I loved her as a best friend and a girlfriend, and I was certain that I was also in love with her.

15th February, 1996.
Sirius Black,
You amazing, beautiful, perfect man. Thank you so, so much for that beautiful necklace. It's absolutely wonderful. Did you put a Heating Charm on it? Because it was warm when I put it on. Oh, happy Valentine's Day my darling. I miss you so much, and now I have another thing to forever remember you by. Honestly, it's beautiful, but it didn't cost too much, did it?
And the Galleon, as well as that beautiful pendant (which I never take off, by the way). I feel overly spoiled, and yet I couldn't find anything that I thought you'd like. I am still looking, of course. Maybe I'll have to take a day trip into Diagon Alley with Hermione during the Easter holiday to find something.
I never did get to spend the day with Luna, because she had gone to Hogsmeade with Neville. I don't think it was a date, because Luna claims not to believe in 'dates', but she came back a lot less coherent than she normally is, and she was really and truly smiling. Truth be told, she should smile more often. But you know how you said you were going to think of me all day? Well, the same went for me, and I really did.
I can't believe you sent me 'love' – you never send me love! I suppose it is a one time thing for the so-called holiday, right? Either way, it was nice to receive 'love' from you.
So with Love gladly returned to you,
Ginevra.

I smiled when I gave Hermione the letter to send off, and she smiled back, reaching out her hand to take it. The charm bracelet her parents had given her for her sixteenth birthday had a new addition to it. There was a platinum crescent moon attached to the pretty golden links of the bracelet.

"Hermione Jean Granger, what is that?" I asked, grinning wickedly.

"A Valentine's present that I received from an old friend. He thought it would be appropriate, given... well, you know." Hermione replied, blushing prettily.

"Very appropriate," I replied. "It's lovely."

"Thank you, it is isn't it? I noticed a new addition to your jewellery collection as well. It's beautiful. It suits you. Considering the sender of that, I think it's perfect." Hermione noted, before taking my letter and going off to the Owlery.

22nd March, 1996.
Ginevra,
It's been a while since we last spoke, hasn't it, but please don't think I was ignoring you. I've been really busy with the Order, and none of us have been risking writing letters to anyone, because the Ministry is definitely snooping. I don't know if you heard about Hedwig? She got injured, because the way we're hearing it from Kingsley, Harry and his friends' mail is getting intercepted. It is not safe to write you at the moment, hence why Remus and Hermione are barely writing to each other, so I will hope that I see you very soon.
Floo connections are being watched as well, so don't try and Floo me either. I have missed your letters, Ginevra, and more importantly, I have missed you. You are an incredible young woman, and no, the sent love was not a one-time thing. I'm worried about how long I have left before I am caught again by the Ministry of Magic, and this time, they will either kill me or give me the Dementor's Kiss straight away. It is not safe for any of us that are either in the Order, or your DA.
Please be careful, Ginevra, I do not want to lose you.
With Love,
Sirius.

28th May, 1996.
Sirius,
I did as you asked, and I've not written to you for two months. I am so sorry for not being able to see you during Easter, I did try, but Mum refused to let me. We learnt how to cast the Patronus, by the way. Mine is Snuffles. I really have no idea what that means, whether it's influenced by you or not but it probably is, thinking about it. What was yours before, and what is it now?
I've been very careful to not send too many letters. I did hear about Hedwig, and I can see why they're targeting Harry, Ron and Hermione – they want information about Dumbledore. I suppose you already knew that though. Listen, I want you to tell me straight away if something happens to Mum, Dad or Remus no matter what the repercussions, alright? I need to know.
I've missed you too, but please don't talk like that. If you've lasted this long, there's no way they will catch you. You say you don't want to lose me? Well I sure as hell don't want to lose you, so don't you dare get caught, you understand? I'll never forgive you if you do, Sirius. I hope I see you again soon, and it better not be on the front page of the Prophet.
With Love,
Ginevra.

20th June, 1996.
Ginevra,
I hope this letter finds you well. Things are getting tense within the Ministry, and Kingsley told me about what happened with Dumbledore. I am in no way ashamed to say I laughed when I heard that Minerva knocked Kingsley unconscious. I have a request of you, love: keep an eye on Harry for me, please. I don't think he's safe anymore, and I know that it's not Dumbledore's fault he had to vanish like that, but now Harry has no protection. I know you can't do much, but please just do the best you can.
Do take care, and I will do the same, Ginevra. I'll do my very best to not get caught, but should it ever happen, or I ever be killed, you must go on with your life. You're only young, fifteen in less than two months, and you have your whole life in front of you.
I hate to end this letter on such a morose note, but there's nothing that I can say. Things are not good within the Wizarding World, and I can guarantee that things will only get worse. People are going to die again – a lot of people.
Take care of yourself.
With Love,
Sirius.

I sealed the letter and cast the usual charms upon it whilst anxiety gnawed at me from every direction. It was worse than before, because I knew how much had been lost, and how much more there was yet to lose. The names were starting to pile up again, and I scoured the obituaries every day to make sure that no one from the Order was in there, or any of the Weasley's, or Hermione, or Ginevra. I was much more than worried, and I didn't know how long it would be until I literally went mad.

"Oh Merlin, Ginevra, I love you." I said, before I heard Buckbeak crow from the top of the house. I grabbed my wand and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I wrenched open the door to my mother's old bedroom to see the Hippogriff's wing broken. "Buckbeak!"

Ah man, I'm both looking forward to and dreading the next chapter. It'll be in Sirius' POV in case you were wondering/confused. Leave me a review, because I am a Niffler, and reviews are shiny, valuable things.

Til next week!

Lottie.