Chapter Three: Almost, and Ron's Secret

Harry reached the door to the room he and Ron shared last summer and Grimmauld Place, and he walked in the door. As he walked into the room, Ron jumped, and quickly tried to hide something. Harry noticed, but has he was hiding a huge secret from him, he didn't question him.

"Hiya Harry." Ron squeaked out, still shocked that someone has almost what he was doing.

"Hey Ron, how has your summer been so far?" Harry asked.

"Been a bit boring really. The Order members are really busy now that Vol- You-Know-Who is back."

"Ron, you really have to learn how to say his name. It's Voldemort, not You-Know-Who." Ron had jumped when Harry said Voldemort. "Come on Ron, say his name, it won't kill you."

"Right, Vol-Vold-Voldemort." Ron finally got it out.

"Good, now maybe you won't be as afraid if he decided to show up to try and kill me next time."

"How was being at the Dursley's this summer?"

"Really strange. I mean, my uncle and Dudley acted like they usually did, but my aunt was really different."

"How so, Harry?"

"She was talking to me a lot, and about the wizarding wizard. I mean, she knows about the whole war, and how many time I have escaped Voldemort. She really seemed like she cared about me. She even gave me this box." Harry walked over to his trunk, and pulled out the box his aunt had given him. "I haven't opened it yet."

At this point, Ginny threw the door opened, and was looking furious.

"Oh my god, Ron, our mother, I can't believe what she just said to me. I mean I was fine, and I just went to see, HARRY!" Ginny seemed shocked when see saw Harry was in the room and blushed.

"Gin, you knew I was here, you came with me, remember." Harry said, not looking at her. "Anyways, I was just telling Ron what I told you in the letters, about how my aunt was actually showing that she cared about me."

"Wait a minute, you have been writing to Ginny, telling her things that you didn't tell me mate." Ron said, mocking annoyance, but couldn't hide the smile on his face. Harry blushed. "Oh well, Harry, open the box."

"What box, Harry? Ginny asked.

"Oh, the box my aunt gave me just before you showed up." Harry showed her the box.

"Well, "she said, "open it up."

"Ok." Harry opened the box, to find a letter in it, and on the top of it, it said, read alone first.

"Well then, Harry, we will let you read it alone. Let's go Ron." Ginny and Ron left the room. Harry heard for inside the room that Ron's was saying how Dean might jealous if he heard about Ginny writing so much to Harry. If only he knew that they weren't together. Harry then opened the letter, and saw a handwriting he had never saw before.

Dear Harry,

If you are reading this, it means that your father and I have died. I wish you never get this, but because of the prophecy and the fact we are both in the Order, it is highly likely that you will receive this letter. I hope life has been good for you, and Voldemort is gone forever. If he is, I am so proud of you that you defeated him. If he isn't dead, I have faith that in you that you will defeat him. Your father says that we won't even give you the chance to defeat him, he will do it himself. He knows the prophecy, but still thinks that he will do it himself. Why I married him sometimes, I don't know. Actually I do know, and if you want to know the story, ask Sirius, Remus, or Peter, they know how, in your father's eyes, he won me over. But back to what I was saying, if we are gone, I hope we went down fighting Voldemort. He is an evil man, and he must be stopped. But the reason you have this box is because, if we dying, we wanted to past down a Potter family tradition to you. If you look in the box now, away from prying eyes, the Potter family rings are in there. You will know which one is James' and which one is mine. Wear the one that belongs to your father now. And when you are in love, give mine to the girl that you fell for. Harry, I must tell you that your father and I love you with all of our hearts, and your birth was one of the happiest days of our lives. Please be happy, and remember that you always have us watching you.

Love,

Mum

P.S. If you aren't playing quidditch by your fourth year, I'm coming back from the grave to have a chat with McGonagall. Love, Dad

Harry broke down and cried after he put the letter down. To see all of the love that hisparents had for him, and he never got the chance to know them was too much. And to add to the fact that Sirius was gone as well, his parents and his godfather are gone. All Harry could think was that nobody loved him anymore. He put his father's ring, a simple gold band, and closed the box. Then he sat on his bed, and continued crying.

"I wish I had someone here that loved me."

"You do, Harry." Harry jumped. Ginny said at the door. Harry looked at her. Damn it Harry, you are showing her weakness, she won't like you if you are weak. Remember how you hated it when you saw Cho cry.

"Ginny, what's up?" Harry asked has he wiped away his tears.

"Harry, you don't have to hide it from me, I'm here for you."

"Oh Ginny, I just miss my parents and Sirius so much. I hate that I never got to get to know them. I hate the fact that I will never get to see Sirius again. It's just not fair." Harry cracked again. He threw his arms around Ginny, and started crying again. Ginny put her arms around Harry, and started to cry with him. They sat there in silence for a minute. Then Ginny finally regained her voice.

"Harry, you are right, it is unfair that you lost them. You are such an amazing person, and you deserve to have your parents and godfather back. But you have people here that love you. My parents, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore, and Ron, Hermione, and me, we all love you. We are your family. And we want you to be happy, and you give anything to get it."

"I don't know about Dumbledore, after what I did to his office."

"He does, Harry, and I know it. You didn't see Dumbledore after. I saw him in the hospital wing that day, and he was crying. He said that he let you down, and that he wishes he could get you to forgive him."

"No he didn't, he couldn't have."

"Harry, I saw him. He was a wreck. I have never see Dumbledore break down like that,"

"Me neither."

"He told me that he loved you like a guardian would. But since you had Sirius, you didn't see him that way, and he was happy you had Sirius. He also said that he has been a family friend of the Potter's for many years, and he has been as close to family for three generations."

"I just don't know right now, with everything that has happened lately, I just don't know what to do."

"Just be yourself, Harry. " They both backed away a bit, and looked into each others eyes. Those eyes just make me melt. Maybe see wouldn't mind if I kissed her once. Harry closed his eyes, and leaned in to kiss Ginny. But just as he did, Ron threw the bedroom door open, causing both Harry and Ginny to jump, and Harry accidentally threw Ginny to the floor.

"Mate, just to let you know, Hermione just wrote me, and she will be here in about a week, her parents had to cut the trip short because of the reading." Ron said, not even noticing Ginny was in the room. Ginny got up, and processed to storm up to Ron, and slap him. "What was that from little sis."

"You ruined a good moment for Harry and I to talk about Sirius' will reading."

"Calm down Ginny, and what was going on in her anyways?"

"Nothing, Harry was just opening up to me, that's all."

"But what about Dean, Ginny, huh, isn't he your boyfriend?"

"No! He isn't my boyfriend, Ronald. I just said that to piss you off because you keep going on about my love life. I'll talk to you later, Harry." With that, Ginny stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut.

"She is bloody mental, that one."

"Ron, when is Sirius' will reading?"

"The day after Mione gets back."

"Mione?" Harry raised his eyebrow.

"Hermione." Ron said.

"I know who you were talking about, but what's up with the cutesy name you gave her." This caused Ron to blush, and look at the ground. "Well, you going to tell me, Ron?"

"Ok, I'll tell ya, but you can't tell anyone about this, especially her."

"Ok, Ron, I won't tell anyone, but spill."

"Harry, I like Hermione as more than a friend?" Ron said so fast it came out as just one word.

"Slow down, Ron, all I caught was I and Hermione."

"I like Hermione as more than a friend."

"This doesn't surprise me at all Ron."

"How did you know?"

"Ron, you are my best friend, and it is obvious to anyone not named Hermione."

"So she doesn't know."

"No, but if I were you, I would tell her."

"Have you gone mental, Harry, I can't tell her, it would ruin our friendship."

"Ron, trust me, you need to tell her."

"Ok, but on one condition."

"What is the condition?"

"You have to help me work up how."

"Ok."

"So, we will work on what I am going to do, and then when she comes over, I will tell her."

"Sounds like a good idea mate."