Update: Yes, I'm fixing this chapter, too.

A/N: Hiya everyone! I wasn't expecting to get any reviews, and lo and behold! I have four! Yay for me! Muchas gracias to those who reviewed!

Katy aka KATTY-yeah, I feel really bad for Harry too. But it's imperative to the plot! (VIMH-what plot?) shut up. Just to let you know, I have my best friend stuck in my head. (Voice-in-my-head, get it?) So I'm not telling you to shut up, I'm telling her. And yes, I am crazy.

Anie-thanks for reviewing! And obviously, I'm writing more, otherwise how would you be reading this? (VIMH-You're a whacko, do you know that?) Yes, I know. (if you're confused about the VIMH, see above)

Lee Velviet- I'm glad you liked the dictating letters to Sirius, I thought it was something they would do. I think I've made them a bit smarter than they should be, but I do have a plot. By the way, I read some of your stories today and I *really* like them. Even though I'm not usually a D/G shipper… I also put you on my fav. Author list. Thanks soooo much for reviewing!

Eclectus-yes, I know it's a bit odd. There is a reason for it though. I think I'm going to get into that in this chapter. If not, it'll be in the next one. Thank you so much for being my first reviewer! You get an Extra-Special, Super duper Brownie Bonus point.

Since I got four more than my expected # of reviews, I will write another chapter today! Actually, I was planning on doing that anyway, but you didn't need to know that. Ttfn!

Harry Potter and the Trial of Sirius Black

Chapter Two

Ginny sat at the desk in her room, writing another letter to the raven haired object of her affection. She had relayed his message about writing at night to Ron earlier that day, just as Harry had requested. Ron didn't seem too surprised at the fact that the Dursleys were stopping Harry's mail, but it hadn't occurred to Ron yet that Harry hadn't written back because they had only been home for a week. Looking back, Ginny realized that it had only seemed like a long time, when in reality, Harry usually didn't respond immediately anyway, as Ron so kindly pointed out to her. Ginny chewed the top of her quill as she tried to think of what to write, then pulled a face and tried to wipe the bits of feather that had attached themselves to her tongue. After much deliberating, she put the quill to the parchment.

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Harry found himself eagerly awaiting Pig's return. It was inexplicable, yet he found himself hoping that it was a letter from Ginny, not Ron. Or at least both. But he shoved the thought away, because he was afraid of his motives for wanting a letter from a girl. Especially because that girl was his best friend's little sister.

Pig flew between the bars, and did a lap around Harry's bedroom, or rather, his prison cell, and landed on Harry's bed. Excitedly, Harry pulled off both the letters on the tiny owl's outstretched leg. He read the one from Ron first.

Dear Harry,

I guess it's a good thing Ginny is on top of things, eh? Otherwise I might have thought something had happened to you. She's been acting weird all summer. I mean, she hasn't come outside at all to play Quidditch. It used to be that we had to drag her home from the pitch at night. But now, get this, she's learning how to knit! Girls are weird.

Speaking of girls, do you think Hermione will go to Bulgaria? I don't think she should. I mean, it's not right, her going to visit Krum, don't you think?

Don't let the muggles get you down, mate.

Ron

Harry laughed silently to himself, shaking his head. "When will he realize that he likes Hermione, Pig? And when will he tell her how he feels? I mean, it's obvious to everyone else that they both like each other. It's also obvious that I've gone crackers. I'm talking to an owl again."

With anticipation that Harry told himself didn't exist, he unfolded Ginny's letter, and, holding his breath, he began to read it.

Dear Harry,

In the last letter, you asked me why Mum and I aren't getting on. Are you sure you want to know? If not, you'd better skipped the next few paragraphs. If you still want to know, then here goes.

Mum decided that this summer, because I've "become a young lady" and I'm "not a child anymore", I can only participate in activities that are fit for young ladies. Which means no Quidditch. It also means that I'm going crazy. There's nothing to do but cook, knit, and read. Writing to you is helping the monotony. I don't agree with mum. Plenty of women have jobs that don't involve knitting! Just because *she* is a stay-at-home mother doesn't mean that I have, or for that matter, want, to be. Sorry for letting that entire spiel out, but I needed to tell someone. None of my brothers have even noticed anything strange. Oh, well. They aren't the most observant lot.

On to happier topics, do you know where Fred and George got the money to make a down payment on a shop in which to sell the Wheezes after school gets out? Or for that matter, why they bought Ron and I new dress robes? It wouldn't by any chance have to do with certain prize money from a certain Triwizard Tournament, would it? You wouldn't happen to know the wizard that gave that money to them would you?

Well, I'd better send this letter before it's too late. I hope to hear from you soon, Harry.

Yours,

Ginny Weasley

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Ginny caught her breath as pig returned to her room, carrying two letters. She pulled them off his outstretched leg and gave him a treat. A smile lit up her face when she saw her name scrawled in familiar handwriting on the back of one of the pieces of parchment.

Dear Ginny,

I'm sorry that you and your mum aren't getting along. Have you tried talking to her about it? Have you told her that you'd rather play Quidditch? If not, perhaps you should. I mean, at the very least, you could offer a compromise, like you'd learn to knit if she let you play Quidditch. Chances are that she just doesn't know how you really feel. I hope you'll take my advice. It isn't good to stay mad at someone you care about, especially with all the Dark activity that's going on right now.

I might know something about the money. Then again, I might not. After all, it wasn't *me* who gave it to them. I don't know where you'd get that idea. I have to send this now, before the Dursleys wake up. I hope you'll write back soon!

Yours,

Harry

Ginny sighed, reread the letter twice, put it in the box with the other one, and resolved to take Harry's advice the very next day.

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A/N: Sorry it's so short. Please review! Coming next time: Ginny and Mrs. Weasley have a heart to heart, something dramatic happens, Sirius makes a cameo, and possibly more. It'll be longer next time, I promise. I had to go and make dinner. (Hawaii toast. Mmmmmmm.) And now my mum is kicking me off the computer. Anyway, I hope to update again tomorrow. If not, possibly Wednesday. Thanks to those who've reviewed, and I hope the rest of you will! Ttfn!

~Kranberries

A/N: Okay, I've pretty much fixed up this chapter, too. It didn't need as much as the other one, but I did fix it a little.