10th April 1998
Dear Harry,
Life at Muriel's is almost hell. We're cooped up in the house all day like chicken, because if we go outside, we're likely to be seen, and then possibly caught. We're only allowed the windows open at most, and being shut up like this makes me yearn for a broom even more to feel, the wind through my hair.
Mind you, if I'm being driven mad by our condition, Fred and George have gone, what is it Hermione says – up the ceiling? Round the wall? Something likes that. Auntie Muriel's just about have enough of them, messing up her pristine house. It was their birthday at the beginning of the month so they were playing even more tricks on us than usual and winding Muriel up even more.
She is an old bat though, and you can't help but hate her. She sits there complaining about how old she is, ordering the rest of us around, and telling how we should and should have run our lives. It's infuriating!
Our only source of comfort and connection to the outside world is Potterwatch, obviously no longer featuring the twins. Muriel detests it, like she does anything associated with us, but it's our only chance for news of you or the resistance, to hear of the latest casualties and You-Know-Who's doings. Seeing as he doesn't know where I am anymore, I'm going to call him You-Know-Who until its safe not to again.
I hope that you're closer to finding the horcrux, even if it is because I really could do with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named ( or as the twins call him, snake man) out of my life and you back in it. I'll survive here at Muriel's for as long as I have to, but it doesn't feel like living, it's just being. Hurry back to me?
I love you Harry,
Ginny xxx
Harry set down the letter, which seemed to be full of mixed emotions. Frustration at being cooped up in the house, annoyance at Muriel, and a stronger sense of belief than there had been in the past few letters. He smiled at Fred and George's renaming of Riddle to Snake man, one of the few times in the past months that he had been able to at anything associated with Fred. He looked at the pile of letters and realised that there were only two left. Suddenly eager to finish them before Ginny arrived back, Harry snatched up the letters.
A/N: Coming to the end of this now. I've closed the poll, and unsurprisingly, a Harry/Ginny fic won, so that'll be the next Harry Potter fanfic I write. For now, there's this to finish off, which I'll miss when it's gone, it's been my baby these past few months! Please review as always!