Tap. Tap.
Ginny was fast asleep.
Tap. Tap.
She moved, but remained dead to the world.
TAP. TAP.
Hedwig hooted irritably as Ginny started and looked around. She saw Hedwig in the window and, shaken, let her in. She untied the letter from her leg and stroked her feathers absentmindedly.
Her eyes got wide.
"Wait," she thought. "Hedwig?!?!"
She looked down at the letter and confirmed her belief. Harry Potter had made contact after not speaking to her for two years.
Wide awake, she ripped open the envelope and unfolded the parchment.
Ginny,
I apologise for not speaking to you for so long. I know things ended harshly with us, and I was rash, but that doesn't mean I was right. Hermione and I were on the Hogwarts Express after graduation when she told me what had really happened. I felt horrible for acting as I did, but was also positive that you wouldn't want to speak to me, so I did the best thing I thought I could do. I went to Grimmauld Place. I stayed there with Remus, and finally kicked Kreacher out, now that Voldemort was gone. I have gone on hiatus from the magical world since then, and I moved into a flat in London, coincidentally, just a few blocks away from your apartment. I've wanted so much to come see you, to apologise to you in person… but I felt I had to make some kind of contact before just showing up on your door.
First, I must tell you, and I hope you won't get mad (I'm sure you still have a spectacular bat-bogey hex)… I've seen you every day for the past three months. You never recognize me, but I suspect you wouldn't. I've mastered several forms of Animagus. It's amazing really. I can be a cat, a dog, a lizard on the mailbox, a snake, an owl that looks much like Hedwig, a wolf, and of course, a stag. Every form I have though takes on my scar and my green eyes. Do you remember two weeks ago, the dog that was running around the front yard that barked at you? And then just yesterday, the cat in the window? They were both me. I had no idea that you were living in Muggle London…
I also must ask you if you've seen the Harry Potter series. I didn't want to do anything magical while I was on hiatus, so I've been writing under the name J. K. Rowling. I started them back at Hogwarts, and I've been using concealment charms and glamours to keep up the appearance of said woman. I guess I really haven't been on much of a hiatus at all, eh? Of course, the books aren't completely true, and they have just enough bullshit in them to make sure none of the Muggles believes them, but it's interesting to see the hype they've caused. There are currently five books… Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. The next book to come out covers my sixth year… I hope that if you read them, you aren't offended by how I portrayed you. I couldn't write you as you really are, because it hurt. I didn't want to have to relive every moment with us. I figured the Muggle world would have to live without the Harry and Ginny legacy at Hogwarts…
Anyway, I am rambling, aren't I? I apologise for the discursive nature of my letter, I've so much to tell you and not the slightest idea where to start.
I would like to see you again, as myself. If you're free tomorrow, and if you don't hate me, would you meet me in the Great Hall at Hogwarts? Professor McGonagall wanted to see me for some reason. I have a meeting with her at eleven, and then I'll be free the rest of the day. We can have lunch at Hogwarts, and then go wherever you wish. Just send Hedwig back with a reply.
Looking forward to seeing you again,
Harry
Ginny had just enough time to scrawl a shaky reply and pet Hedwig one more time before sinking to the floor in a dead faint.
Hedwig flew back in through the window, looking very pleased with herself. After dropping Ginny's reply in Harry's lap, she hooted at him cheerfully and then flew off to go to sleep.
Harry closed his eyes, praying to whatever god was listening as he opened the ripped piece of parchment.
In very shaky, but unmistakably Ginny's, handwriting, only one word was written.
Yes.
Harry grinned and set off about the day's plans, whistling.
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Thank you guys for reviewing, I would lose my mind if I didn't have any feedback, and then where would I be?! Lol Also, I know this is somewhat short and stuff, but I'm basically getting my ideas down on paper and then fleshing it out. I know the chapters are short and boring, but I promise, I'll flesh it out once I get the story finished. I was just so excited about this particular plot-bunny!