The perfect Revenge

By Leilarose

Chapter Two

Sending a letter of help

DISCLAIMER – We all know that they don't

AUTHOR NOTE – Here's chapter Two, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to the two people who reviewed, much appreciated.

          Ginny was flung over her bed staring up at the cracked ceiling with an unusual serious look on her face. She needed to talk to someone over her plan, to finalise it instead of having all these mixed up thoughts and feelings twisting randomly in her head. It was beginning to give her a headache and the stuffy room that had been given to her at 12 Grimmauld place, the house that once belonged to the Black family was helping either, they weren't even allowed to open the windows, at that moment Ginny would have given anything to be in the bright yellow room at The Burrow where all her things were, that was her room. She was in the room that had once belonged to Andromeda, Tonks mother, when she came to visit occasionally. That only gave the red haired girl some comfort.

          She sat up and shivered slightly, this house was horrible. She shook her head and focused her mind on the problem ahead, making her brothers regret trying to interfere with her romantic life. There weren't many people she could talk to. The only girl in her year that she was especially friendly with was Luna Lovegood and that was mainly because events at school and at the department of mystery had drawn them together. Ginny was friendlier with boys, especially Ron. There was so little gap between the two of them that when they were growing up they became partners in crime. That had lessened slightly now that Ron had Harry and Hermione but it was still there.

          She stopped her hazel eyes widening. Hermione, the older girl was the closest thing that Ginny had for a best friend who was a girl, she would help, reluctantly to begin with but she would help, Ginny would just turn on the Weasley charm that Hermione was weak to and if that didn't work then she would blackmail her with the knowledge of telling Ron that she fancied him. She giggled; sometimes it was good to be bad. She jumped up and went to the old desk grabbing the nearest quill and parchment she could find and with her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth began to write.

Hey Hermione,

                    How's your summer going there in the Muggle world? We're still here at the place, you know where, its tons better then it was but it feels so strange now that Snuffles is gone, its still hard to believe it but I won't talk to much about it now.

          I'm needing your help on something really important but you can't tell anyone about this, even hint about it to the other two, it's just between you and me. Can we meet in the usual place at 12 on Saturday? Let me know as soon as you can and remember it's important

Ginny

p.s – Keep it secret remember!

She signed her name with a flourish and left it for a second for the violet ink to dry, she never wrote in black or blue finding it too boring, unless it was an essay in which case she had to. After blowing on the worlds for a bit she folded it and placed it in an envelope writing the Grangers address on it, then she went to the door, opened it quiet and began making her way alone the silent dark passageway of the old house.

          A feeling of unease had settled over the house for the past few months ever since Sirius had passed away.  The house had seemed to lose all its energy and life, as had the occupants in it. Harry had grown thinner and paler then he had been before and the bright green eyes had dimmed and now were heavy with a sadness that no words could erase from his heart. The only person who could offer him any sympathy and peace was Remus Lupin, both understood the pain the other was feeling. Often the 16-year-old boy would just sit in the same room as Lupin, both silent. Then again Lupin was hardly seen anymore except on these few occasions, there had been a rumour that Fred and George had heard on their extendable ears that he had gone aboard to Europe to gain support with other Werewolves but when this was questioned they were silenced with hard stares from their parents. She couldn't blame either Harry or Lupin for distancing themselves because she would have done the same thing herself. She had done for a while but she hadn't been as friendly with the sociable man as everyone else so she soon recovered from the grief leaving only a lingering sadness.

          She entered a room to her right and smiled brightly at the two occupants in the room. Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were laid on one bed, a big box of sweet opened between them, both looking over their homework. Ginny didn't know what surprised her most, one that they were doing homework and that it wasn't rushed or they weren't eating the sweets, instead ignoring them.

          "Hey Ron" she said cheerfully, leaning over and helping herself to a chocolate frog, Ron looked up and smiled at her with an identical smile, his blue eyes glittering in the dim light "Harry" Harry smiled faintly at her before turning back to his work, she spared him a long look then spoke again forestalling Ron's question "Any chance I can borrow Pig? I gotta send a letter and it's important" Ron raised an eyebrow in silent question then shook his head, brushing red hair out of his eyes. Ron had taken to growing his hair over the summer, the back of it now came to his collar and he had volume in it for once. It actually looked good on him not that Ginny was going to tell him that, he'd soon become pigheaded like the rest of her brothers were.

          "Sorry Gin" he replied, his voice was as deep as ever "I would but he's off delivering a letter to Hermione just now, when he gets back you can if you want" Ginny hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. Bloody typical boys, they just never thought first before they did something.

          "Why couldn't you have waited" she groaned "I wanted to send Hermione a letter as well, we could have sent them off at the same time" Ron looked at her with a sheepish look on his face

          "I didn't think you sent her letters" he confessed "I'll make sure to ask you next time" Ginny snorted

          "Fat lot of good that does me now Ronald Weasley" she scolded "And it's important when did little Pig go?" she asked before Ron could speak another voice did

          "You can take Hedwig Ginny to send your letter" Harry said looking up again "she's been dying for a good flight recently" a slight glimmer of a smile appeared in his eyes as he looked at the gorgeous white owl, situated on the wardrobe. Ginny turned and smiled at him

          "Thanks Harry, you're a lifesaver" Harry paled at those words and Ginny groaned inwards, probably not the best words she could have used. Ron gave Harry a sympathic look then gave Ginny a pointed look; she nodded and went to the Wardrobe coaxing the bird down to her. She went to the door then stopped and turned to Ron with a stern look "Next time you send to Hermione remember to ask me ok?" she said, she walked out and closed the door behind her though she still heard Ron's shouted comment at her

          "You're turning out to be more like Mum everyday you know" she grinned and began walking to her room. As she closed the door behind her, she secured the letter to the outstretched leg and smiled at the owl

          "Of you go Hedwig, the letter's going to Hermione. I know I'm not Harry but do you mind waiting for a reply?" she asked keeping her voice soft and soothing. Hedwig titled her head to the side and looked at Ginny with intelligent Amber eyes in a way that said yes "Thank you girl" she said, going to the window and opening it enough for the owl to get out. She watched the white disappear into the twilight then sighed. Now there was nothing to do but to wait for a response.

A/N - Hope you enjoyed it, if you can't guess this is set after OOTP. Please review but no flames

Next Chapter – Hermione and Ginny have a talk and nope it doesn't go down well either!