Chapter 10: Letters from Home
"Mrs. Weasley, I'm sure they'll be fine. We'll just have to give them sometime, and then everything ill be okay, I'm sure of it."
"I'm sure you're right dear, but I have a feeling Ginny isn't going to come back so easily after what happened, you heard her yourself, and she doesn't care what we think anymore. She's got Harry."
Dear Mum and Dad,
Just thought I would drop you a note and say hi. Harry and I are doing fine. Sorry that we haven't been in touch, but we have been quite busy fixing up the house, and sorry we haven't been round to see you, but no doubt my idiot brothers would be there, and I'm in no state of mind to deal with them at the moment.
Mum, don't worry about us. We're fine, really. I am trying to plan a surprise birthday party for Harry, and I would love it if you and Dad could come. If you would like to owl back, please use Roy, I have asked him to stay until you have either given him a letter for me, or until you tell him otherwise.
Anyway, I better go, Harry has just served up lunch, and it is waiting for me on the table and it smells delicious.
Love, Ginny.
Ginny read through the letter before folding up the parchment giving it to Roy, Harry's new black owl.
"Take this to Mum at the Burrow. Wait for her reply. If she doesn't reply, you can come home. Okay?" It had been nearly two weeks since the big fight with her brothers, but Ginny was still pretty angry. She had become very good at throwing vases against the plastered wall, which made her feel much better, although the wall was becoming scratched from the breaking glass.
Ginny opened the small window for Roy. She watched him disappear into the distance before closing the window and walking into the kitchen for lunch.
When they were nearly finished Harry poured them each a glass of water.
"Thanks. Mmmm . . . Harry this is really delicious. Who knew you were such a good cook. I always wondered why I kept you around." She said in between mouthfuls of Harry's Beef Lasagne.
"Would it have anything to do with the fact that you love me more than anyone else in the world? And that without me you would have nowhere else to go?"
"Yeah. That's probably why." Ginny grinned at him, before taking both of their plates and putting them in the sink. "You wash, and I'll dry?" she asked him, taking a purple teat towel in her hand.
"Sure." he stood up and began to wash the dishes.
Over at The Burrow, Mrs. Weasley was washing up from lunch when she saw a black owl soaring towards her. She put her wand down on the bench and opened the window and waited for the bird to land on the perch.
It was addressed to her, and was in Ginny's handwriting.
"Arthur! Arthur, there's a letter here from Ginny!" She screamed out into the backyard.
"Okay dear, coming."
When he arrived in the kitchen from the shed in the backyard, Mrs. Weasley opened the letter with trembling hands. She read through it before promptly bursting into tears, and handing the letter to her husband.
It had been two weeks since any of them had heard from Harry or Ginny; ever since Hermione's visit. They both knew they were better off leaving them alone and letting Harry and Ginny owl or visit them, giving them some time to cool off from the argument.
Ginny's brothers, minus Ron, on the other hand were furious and upset when Hermione had relayed her story to them; furious that their little sister didn't want or need them anymore, that in her mind Harry had taken their place. They were upset that they had probably caused this to happen.
Ron, on the other hand was not furious at Harry. They were best mates, and he was starting to see that Ginny was no longer so little anymore, and he knew Harry was going to respect Ginny, and treat her right. Now all he had to do was find some way to contact them and apologise. He couldn't send an owl, apparate, floo or even knock on the front door. He had tried all of that more than once before.
Mrs. Weasley had spoken to all of her sons, and she knew that Ron was feeling badly about the argument. From what Bill and Charlie said, Ron hadn't said anything to Ginny the night of the argument, so he had no reason to be given the cold shoulder by Ginny and Harry, but she knew better than to tell Ginny this. 'In her own time,' she thought, 'in her own time, Ginny will come home, and all of this mess will be fixed.'
If only it were that easy.
Dear Ginny,
It was lovely to hear from you, dear. How is Harry doing? Not brooding I hope? Is the poor boy eating enough?
Why don't you and Harry meet your father and me for lunch one day next week at the Leaky Cauldron? Let me know when you get the chance, won't you?
Now, what's this about a surprise birthday party? Where are you holding it? Do you want me to make up some food, perhaps?
Don't worry about your brothers; they will get over it sooner or later. Trust me; I brought them up, didn't I? I do know that Ron feels badly over your argument, although I do understand that he didn't say anything during the argument. Maybe you can owl him?
I'll be going now dear, owl me back when you get the chance.
Love, Mum and Dad.
"Harry! I just got an owl from Mum!" Ginny yelled out after she had read the letter from her mother.
"What did she say?" he asked coming down the stairs.
"She invited us to lunch at the Leaky Cauldron one day next week."
"And?"
"I think we should go."
"Okay, we'll go then." He said, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "But, for now, I think that we should get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow."
"Alright, let's go then." She said, taking his calloused hand in her small one and started to pull him up the stairs behind him.
"Not like this." He said. She turned around, only to see Harry take a step forward and pick her up and began the ascent upstairs.
"Harry!! Harry, put me down this instant. Harry!!" Ginny screamed all the way up the stairs and into his bedroom, which they had been sharing for the past two weeks.
He put her on their bed, before walking into the bathroom to change. When he walked out, Ginny was fast asleep on the covers, so he pulled them out from under her and slipped her in, before hopping in the other side, and putting his arms around her waist.
By the time Harry awoke in the morning, Ginny was already awake and gone; 'probably in the shower.' Harry thought, before he rolled out of bed and found his glasses.
Breakfast was a quiet affair. Both Harry and Ginny were not morning people, so this was not an odd occurrence.
"Gin, are you ready to go?" Harry asked her as he sipped his coffee, his hands wrapped around the mug.
"Mmhmmm." She said, nodding her head.
Harry took her hand, grabbed their coats from the hook and apparated both himself and Ginny to Diagon Alley. They both needed some new clothes, because they left all of their old ones at the Burrow, and Ginny didn't want to ask for them. So they were buying some new ones.
They purposely steered clear of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes on their way to Gringotts. Harry needed some money before they could buy anything.
"Vault 687 please." Harry told the goblin.
"Do you have your key?" the goblin squeaked out
Harry handed him the key.
"This way please."
The goblin led Harry and Ginny over to the boat, which took them to Harry's vault.
When Harry had taken some gold they left Gringotts and went to Florean's Fortescue for some ice cream.
They were walking along for a few minutes, holding hands, when some one tapped Ginny on the shoulder from behind, and she turned around, shocked by the sight.
"Long time no see, Ginny."