Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did then I would be living in Scotland married to a Doctor and be the richest woman in the United Kingdom. Alas, this is not my life.
~*~*~*~
History of Magic Classroom… (I am passing up prime naptime to write)
September 12th
Dear Black,
I agree with you on giving Ron a day off. They did tell us and he has laid off about the Dean issue since then. I have to admit this whole fool my brother thing is getting old. In the end, he's going to hate that I pulled the wool over his eyes since the end of school. But this won't get Ron away from the pranks as a whole. We shall regroup and plan again for tomorrow.
This summer meant a lot to me as well. I have known you for almost six years now, but never the real you. We were able to get past everything and become close friends. You also helped me. I might seem that the whole chamber incident was over with, but I still have the occasional pause over it.
Do I wish that it never happened? Yes in many ways but others no. I would have never become as strong as I am now without the trials of Tom Riddle. Tom taught me how strong I actually could be. This is who I am. I have accepted it and moved on.
Harry, there is an inner strength in you as well. You would have never made it through your first year if your inner character weren't as strong as it is. You are a fighter. Hopefully in the next year, we can somehow teach you to tap into that power when it comes to defeating Voldemort.
I hope you know that I am here for you for the long haul. You are my friend and I love you.
Yours,
Red
~*~*~*~
By the Lake
September 12th
Dear Red,
If you want to confess the truth to Ron, I will be there for you. I think that Hermione and I could keep him calm somehow. If I can't, I know that Hermione can. She has this way to keep him out of trouble. Do it for your own sanity. I am sure that Parvati would want her boyfriend back anyway.
Last year, I tried to tell you that you were too young to fight at the Ministry. I learnt that night I was wrong. Yes, even I can admit it when I am wrong. Surprised? Don't be. Someone taught me this summer to learn from my mistakes and keep on going. This person is someone I admire. I might be a hero to many, but the person in question is my hero.
I have to admit that I like the person you have become. You are a fighter and a true Gryffindor. You are someone that I am glad is in my corner when a fight needs to be taken care of. If anyone would have asked me who I could count on to stand behind me other than Ron and Hermione, I would have never guessed it would be You, Neville and Luna.
Your friendship means the world to me. To me, my friends are my family.
Yours,
Black
~*~*~*~
Common Room
September 12th
Dear Black,
You have just handed your letter to me and I am sitting here looking at you sit before the hearth lost in thought. There are moments that I wonder what is going through your mind. Then I get a letter from you and I am surprised again.
You are an amazing individual, HJP. Life has handed you the worst it could and yet, you are surviving everyday. You have this ability about you to keep going. I know that your life isn't a walk in the meadow, but you still find someway to make me smile.
I do need to tell Ron. It's gone too far and if you and Hermione are there with me, I can do it. I might need all of our Gryffindor courage to do it. I will talk to Dean before I talk to Ron though.
It's good to have a hero. They are the people we look up to and try to emulate. Whoever your hero is, then they must be a good person.
I need to start my ancient runes. So I will pass this letter on to you.
Yours,
Red
~*~*~*~
The Common Room
September 12th
Dear Red,
This is short, sweet and to the point.
My Hero is You.
Yours,
Black
~*~*~*~
Harry looked down at what he had just written. Should he give it to her? In a move that totally was unlike him, he stood up crossing the common room.
Ginny was sitting at one of the tables working on her homework. Her red hair falling around her face. The messy bun she had put her hair in was now in disarray. Gin was biting her bottom lips engrossed in the translation she was working on. She never felt anyone come up beside her.
Harry stood beside her chair. He cast a shadow over her work. Gin looked up at him setting her quill down on the parchment. He laid the letter down on her book quickly turning and running up the dorm stairs.
Ginny shook her head wondering what that was all about until she looked down at her runes text. A small piece of parchment lay folded with his nickname for her written in his messy scrawl. Gin picked it up and opened the note.
After reading the eleven words on the page, she took off up the boy's dorm stairs to the sixth year's room. Not caring if anyone was in a state of undress, Ginny ran to Harry's four-poster bed.
Harry had heard her come in the room. The thought crossed his mind if he had gone too far. He didn't fully understand his feelings for Ginny Weasley, but he knew that he couldn't survive without her. The curtains around his bed parted and the most beautiful woman he had ever known stood before him.
"Do you mean this?" He could hear the apprehension in her voice, but with a glance to her eyes he saw hope.
"Yes." He simply said. Harry scooted closer to the edge of his bed. "Gin, I can't explain it to myself, much less you."
She considered his words for a moment. "Ok, I can accept that answer. Do me a favor, when you can explain it, write it down." Ginny closed the curtains to his bed and walked out of the room.
Harry grabbed his parchment and quill and began to write.
~*~*~*~
The Sixth Year Boys Dorm
Time is infinite life is not.
Dear Red,
This is probably the hardest thing I have ever written down. I am going to write it and then sit in front of you until you have read every word.
Sometime this summer, you became the most important person in my world. I don't know when it happened and I really don't care how. There came a moment when I would listen to see if anyone was on the stairs in the middle of the night. I would hope that it was you only so we could sit and talk.
I don't know what love is. I do know that I loved Sirius and I love your family. But anything beyond that, I have no point of reference. It is uncharted territory to me. This is what I know concerning you.
I can't make it through the day without talking to you at least once. Doesn't matter what we talk about, just that I was able to speak to you.
When you smile, my darkest days disappear in to the void. It is better than any cheering charm.
Your laughter could fuel my patronus against a hundred Dementors.
I feel stronger everyday because you believe in me. You have faith in me.
I know that the conversations we had this summer and the letters we have been writing mean every thing to me.
I also know that if I did not tell you all of this that I would burst from the feelings inside of me.
VAW, you are my world. I don't care what Ron thinks about it, but I want to know what it is like to be the last person you say goodnight on the stairs.
If you are willing to take a chance on me, then let's do it. We will tell Ron everything.
No secrets. No hiding. Just you and I on what could be the greatest adventure of our lives.
Always Yours,
Black
~*~*~*~
Harry put away his writing utensils and walked down to the common room. Ginny was sitting at the same table but not working on her homework. He crossed the short space and handed her the letter he had just written. Harry sat down across from Ginny watching her read his heart.
Ginny took the letter. She drew her knees up in the chair settling down to understand what he wanted to say. Tears fell unbidden down her cheeks. Harry Potter said that she was his world.
She stood up from her chair moving to be right in front of him. "I am going to ask one more time, do you mean this?"
"With all my heart." Harry's eyes began to water. His tears fell silently. He extended his right hand out and grasped her smaller hand. Harry brought her palm to his lips and softly kissed it.
Such a small gesture wasn't lost on Ginny. "With all my heart." She sat down on the arm of his chair. Her chocolate brown eyes met his emerald green ones. He didn't have to say the words. Anything she needed to know was held in his eyes. "We will tell Ron tomorrow."
He knew what that meant. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist holding her to him. It didn't matter to him how, where or why, but here was his shelter in the time of a storm.
Ginny stroked his forever-messy black hair holding Harry's head to her chest. In her arms was every thing she ever wanted. Just Harry.