Dear Percy,
I cannot remember ever feeling the way I feel before. It's like being furious and miserable, being hopeful and lost, all at the same time and together, if all of that can be one emotion.
I want you to know right now that there is nothing you could say to make me betray Harry, Dumbledore, or the rest of our family as you have. I never had thought it of you, had never even considered it. The Minister, much as I know you must hate me when I write this, is an incompetent fool, and he's making out that the people who have saved our world over and over are liars instead of saviors. I don't know whether it was the lure of power or the taste of deception that led you to actually believe this, if you do, but I think it's time that you saw truth.
You have known Harry since he was a first year at school. You have watched him grow up and go through hardships of a kind you will never have to face. You have watched him find his family among us. You have seen him make choices, and sometimes mistakes. You have seen him do the right thing time and again. You have seen him win the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor. You know, and have known, that he regards you as a part of his surrogate family as much as he regards the rest of us. And now, you have betrayed him.
I don't want to know why.
I love you.
Your sister,
Ginny
Dear Percy,
I suppose that by now you've heard about what's happened to Harry. And I don't have to ask whose side you're on. You were always a stickler for rules, and authority, and now you're believing everything Fudge is coming out with. I can honestly say I have never been more disgusted with you in my life, and I can only hope I never will have cause to feel this way farther again.
Today, we started to make our current residence more habitable, more home- ish. We're not the only ones here, although I certainly will not elaborate, as you probably give these letters to the Minister before you burn them. It's difficult work, but it helps me to take my mind off of you and Harry, the two people I'm most worried about now.
I remember a time when I was unable to imagine someone I knew dying. But I've had times when I thought Harry or Ron were dead, and now I feel almost as if you are. The Percy who always comforted me when I had nightmares the summer after my first year certainly seems to be gone forever. I can't imagine that Percy saying the things you said, or leaving me alone, to cry.
I hate lying when Bill asks me if I'm all right. I hate it. But I have to tell him yes, because I don't want him or anyone else to be any more broken, any more miserable than you've already made us.
No matter what you say or think or do, I will always love you. And I will always be
Your sister,
Ginny
I cannot remember ever feeling the way I feel before. It's like being furious and miserable, being hopeful and lost, all at the same time and together, if all of that can be one emotion.
I want you to know right now that there is nothing you could say to make me betray Harry, Dumbledore, or the rest of our family as you have. I never had thought it of you, had never even considered it. The Minister, much as I know you must hate me when I write this, is an incompetent fool, and he's making out that the people who have saved our world over and over are liars instead of saviors. I don't know whether it was the lure of power or the taste of deception that led you to actually believe this, if you do, but I think it's time that you saw truth.
You have known Harry since he was a first year at school. You have watched him grow up and go through hardships of a kind you will never have to face. You have watched him find his family among us. You have seen him make choices, and sometimes mistakes. You have seen him do the right thing time and again. You have seen him win the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor. You know, and have known, that he regards you as a part of his surrogate family as much as he regards the rest of us. And now, you have betrayed him.
I don't want to know why.
I love you.
Your sister,
Ginny
Dear Percy,
I suppose that by now you've heard about what's happened to Harry. And I don't have to ask whose side you're on. You were always a stickler for rules, and authority, and now you're believing everything Fudge is coming out with. I can honestly say I have never been more disgusted with you in my life, and I can only hope I never will have cause to feel this way farther again.
Today, we started to make our current residence more habitable, more home- ish. We're not the only ones here, although I certainly will not elaborate, as you probably give these letters to the Minister before you burn them. It's difficult work, but it helps me to take my mind off of you and Harry, the two people I'm most worried about now.
I remember a time when I was unable to imagine someone I knew dying. But I've had times when I thought Harry or Ron were dead, and now I feel almost as if you are. The Percy who always comforted me when I had nightmares the summer after my first year certainly seems to be gone forever. I can't imagine that Percy saying the things you said, or leaving me alone, to cry.
I hate lying when Bill asks me if I'm all right. I hate it. But I have to tell him yes, because I don't want him or anyone else to be any more broken, any more miserable than you've already made us.
No matter what you say or think or do, I will always love you. And I will always be
Your sister,
Ginny