Krys was grinning from ear to ear as she read each tender word off of Harry's parchment. Of course there were his daily grudges about the Dursleys as well. But Krys loved all of it. She loved how Harry confided in her about everything. Well...almost everything. She chewed on her lower lip as she contemplated that thought. Harry always seemed to be hiding something, or not explaining things thoroughly. The one thing that boggled her mind the most was that he always avoided her questions about school. They were certainly innocent questions, which teachers were the nicest, which subjects where the most interesting, what's the best food in the cafeteria... No matter what it was, he always tiptoed around it quickly.

She never dared ask Harry about his parents. Obviously she knew they died, since he lived with his horrid uncle, aunt, and cousin. Krys could tell that his parent's death was very painful for Harry to think, let alone talk about. So she never asked.

"Why do I always nit-pick at a guy's faults every time I go out with one?" She yelled out her frustration to no one in particular. Her shout startled Hedwig from her little snooze atop Krys's four-poster bed and she gave out a disapproving hoot before resettling her feathers. Dropping her head into her small hands, Krys let out a large sigh before righting herself up again. Love...was a very complicated thing. But deep down she knew, no matter what, that she really loved Harry Potter.

Ushering Hedwig down from her perch and onto her desk, Krys whispered very strict instructions to Hedwig with a grin before handing the lovely owl her letter for Harry.

"Remember Hedwig, as soon as you get there." Krys gave the bird's breast a loving stroke before opening her window for the delivery.