Author's Notes- Hello! This is my first fanfiction (I first published this fic on SIYE in October) Please note that I'm 14 and English isn't my first language, so I might have made a few mistakes. In case you find any, please do mention them in your reviews, and tell me what you thought of this fic. Constructive criticism will be appreciated! :)
Harry Potter sat on his bed in the smallest bedroom of Number four, Privet Drive, dully turning over a page of 'A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot', his mind wandering over to the Department of Mysteries and Sirius falling through the veil...Sirius... Harry spent many a night restlessly; thinking about Sirius and how his death was entirely Harry's fault. Only if he hadn't been too stubborn and thought of looking at that mirror... Harry cursed himself again and again for being the reason of so many peoples' anguish.
It did not help that he had just registered the unfortunate prophecy- the weapon the Order of the Phoenix had been guarding. Harry sort of knew from the beginning that he would have to face Voldemort one day anyhow, but hearing the prophecy just made it worse. It wasn't that Harry was afraid. He was brave enough; but he believed that there had been a mistake. How was he supposed to kill off Voldemort? All the times he had faced Voldemort and been able to save himself, it was either because he got lucky, or his friends had been there to help him; whatever one might say.
Harry was sure Trelawney had made a mistake. How was he supposed to have more power than Voldemort could imagine? Dumbledore was a very powerful wizard, much better than Harry. He could easily defeat Voldemort, according to Harry; yet the prophecy was directed towards Harry. It could have been Neville, but Voldemort chose Harry. Just Harry. Why him?
Harry vaguely registered the sound of Uncle Vernon shouting loudly at some poor bloke through the telephone while Dudley watched television, the volume at an outrageous ninety percent.
Harry wasn't aware that he was reading the same line over and over again (Gerome the Ghastly decided to challenge Hangarlda the Horrible to a duel in Transylvania; because of a misunderstanding that made him think that it was Hangarlda's slave Banshee who killed his beloved Crup.) Harry wasn't like Hermione of course; to be reading textbooks during his vacation, but Harry just wanted to do something to keep his mind off Sirius and the prophecy.
He was interrupted by a tapping sound coming from the window. He looked at the window and saw Pigwidgeon tapping the window impatiently, two letters attached to his legs.
Harry slowly went to the window, opened the latch and let him in. Pigwidgeon stretched out his leg while Harry untied the letters. He then tossed a few of Hedwig's owl treats at Pigwidgeon, who caught the treats, hooted happily and gave Harry an affectionate peck before flying out of the window.
Harry felt that he was in no mood to read or answer any of his friends' letters, for he knew all they would write is ask about if he was OK and how he felt about Sirius. He could almost hear Ron and Hermione's voices..." How are you feeling Harry? I hope you're not worrying too much... Sirius wouldn't have wanted you to mourn for him..." Harry felt that they did not understand, however much grateful he felt towards them. He put the letters on the small desk facing his window, and laying back on his back on the bed, knowing it was no use trying to concentrate on the mid-fifteenth century wars.
Hedwig was out of her cage and was sitting at the windowsill. She hooted indignantly at Harry and set on the perch of his bed. She pecked painfully him on the hand and when Harry let out an exclamation of surprise, she looked as though she wanted nothing more than to roll her eyes at him. She went to the desk, carefully chose a letter; it seemed to Harry, and dropped it in his hands while hooting continuously, as if telling him to read that at once.
Harry looked at the letter. Harry had thought the letter must be from Ron or Hermione, however, the handwriting wasn't theirs. It was vaguely familiar to Harry, and just looking at it seemed to make him feel a bit warm, in a pleasant way. He quickly scanned through the letter and found that it was from Ginny. It wasn't anything like the sort of letters Ron and Hermione would write. Ginny didn't pester him to share his feelings, the thing he wasn't ready to do just yet. She just talked about how Ron was driving her crazy; talking of nothing but Hermione, the fact that Bill had been engaged to Fleur Delacour, whom both Ginny and Mrs. Weasley heavily disliked because of her snobbish behaviour. Ron, on the other hand, said Ginny, had fallen for her Veela charm and followed her wherever she went, and sought out to assist her in any way he could, agreeing with anything she said, and looking as though he was expecting some kind of tip from her, like a pat on the head.
She described everything so vividly that he could just imagine a glassy-eyed Ron following Fleur, offering a cup of tea at odd intervals, and Ginny snorting in the background. At the end of the letter she wrote, "I can hear you grumbling from Little Whinging. Can't see you smiling!"
Harry, reading this, smiled for the first time since his godfather's death. He felt much better. Ron and Hermione, however good friends they might be of his, didn't know how to cheer him up in times like these. Harry really liked some good laughs, some humour.
Feeling much more cheerful than he had felt in ages, Harry picked up a roll of parchment, intending to write back to Ginny.
Author's Note 2: Thank you so much for reading this till the end! I know Harry didn't get to know about Bill and Phlegm...oops, Fleur till he arrived at the Burrow, but I've changed that for the sake of the story. Some people might say that Ginny makes Harry open up and won't just ignore asking about how he felt while writing a letter, I want to say that she probably realized that Harry didn't want to talk about it just yet. She knows him perfectly, and that's one of the many reasons I just love this ship.
I'll try to update soon!
Lots of love, and keep safe!