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Chapter 2 --- The Fang

Ginny was sure of it. She had Harry's writing memorized; a task achieved my nipping random homework assignments or notes of his throughout the year. While the notes contained nothing about her, she reveled in being able to hold something that was Harry's close to her. And as sad as it sounded, she had read his History of Magic notes so many times, that she got perfect marks in the class during her 2nd year.

But this, this was a letter from Harry himself, to her. To nobody else but her. She was incredibly gentle when tearing it open. She took extra precautions to make sure that the little wax seal on the back peeled off instead of breaking, so that the letter would remain perfectly intact forever. And this was all before she had even opened it.

When it came to opening it, that was another story. Taking the parchment out of the envelope and unfolding it was, to her, quite possibly the longest 15 seconds of her natural life. She didn't even read it at first, just looked at the writing, not even trying to comprehend it. It was quite long. She couldn't believe that he had spent that much time just to write to her. At last, she finally started to read it.

Gin,

That has got to be, (One of the stupidest, oh I know Harry forgive me), nicest, most he r felt things anyone has ever done for me. You kept that? I had no idea. It means so much to me. Of course I came down there for you. It was you. I know I haven't been the best of friends to you, but I'm gonna do my best to make it up to you, to make up for lost time. I know that it technically is my birthday, but I still felt like I needed to send you something, something to show you how serious I am about trying to be friends with you. Consider it a whole lot of repiration, for me being such a bloody git for so long.

First thing I sent you is the timbers of my Nimbus 2000. It was my first broom, and while I don't know who got it for me, it was like my best friend when I was alone on the Pitch my 1st year. It was really hard when it got smashed up, so I've kept it in my trunk since then. I understand if it's just a bag of twigs to you, I just couldn't think of anything else from my 1st year to send you.

While Ginny had been reading this, tears had begun to pelt the letter. She took a large box from Hedwig that she had missed when she had flown in. Pulling it opened, the thing on the top of it was a large, velvet sack filled with tiny twigs, and then the snapped handle of the Nimbus 2000 hanging out the end. She quickly took out the handle and clutched it to her, feeling an even stronger comfort come from it then she did the fang. Wiping away her tears, she continued to read the letter.

From my second year, and in case you haven't realized I'm giving you something for every year that I've screwed up, is my signed copy of Magical Me. Lockhart gave it to me for no real reason, and I never asked for it, but he still felt some deep need to get this particular copy off his chest, and felt the need to remind me forever that it was him that got it for. I really didn't have anything else from that year either. I would have given you the sword I used, but Dumbledore keeps it in his office…And I didn't really wanna give you any weapons to hurt your brothers with when they start annoying you.

Laughter broke through Ginny's sobs as she pulled the massive book from the box. The moving image of Lockhart's boisterous self was plastered on the cover, and for once, Ginny was reminded of the good points in her 1st year at Hogwarts.

From third, and this is simply because I didn't have anything left from third year, is my invisibility cloak. I'm giving it to, just letting you take care of it. I wanted you to know, that anytime and anywhere I go, I want you with me from now on.

From fourth, the tiny little dragon that I picked from the first task. I know it's kinda small, and really insignificant, but still, it's the most memorable thing that I have left. I would send you the prize so that you could buy yourself something nice, something that you deserve, but I gave it to the twins so that they could start their joke shop.

And from fifth, I'm giving you the mirror that Sirius sent me. I guess it was a way that I could have contacted him, to keep myself from being fooled by Kreacher, but when I got it, I had thrown it aside. I was still worried about Sirius rushing up to school and getting caught because of me. I didn't think then of what could happen, just the first in a long line of mistakes I made that night, the biggest one being not staying with you.

I realize now how reckless it was of me to go there. I realize how stupid it was to separate from you when we got in there. It was your idea that got us out from the Hall Of Prophecies, and I left you there on your own. Sure Ron and Luna were with you, But still, it was my fault.

And lastly before I go, cause I think my light being on is going to make my uncle speak to me for the first time all summer, don't ever blame yourself for what happened your 1st year. You were the passenger on that broom ride, and it was no more your fault then it was mine. I would have saved you no matter what. I care about you too much to just leave you there. ­-- Harry

Ginny pulled the cloak out from the box and wrapped it around her, watching her body disappear. The little dragon statue was fighting with Pig in midair, Pig fascinated that at last something was smaller then he was. She looked at herself in the mirror, looked at the reflection of her face on the small glass plate. She lied down in her bed, the cloak wrapped around her, giving her more comfort and security then she ever felt possible. The cloak blocked her from the outside world, and she was able to finally get a few hours sleep.

Ginny's family freaked upon their arrival. Not because of Harry sending her so many things, but because of the fact that under the cloak, none of them knew where Ginny had gone. And Ginny, enjoying her much deserved reprieve, didn't notice their panicked cries. It wasn't until a few hours later, when she finally woke up that the fears were put to rest. Still, it was incredibly unnerving to Mrs. Weasley to look at the dinner table and only see Ginny's head floating at the table.

But while Mrs. Weasley had quickly adapted to the slight change, if you could call a floating head slight, Ron was not doing so well. The tantrum that he was throwing put his worst with Hermione to shame.

"Why the bloody hell did he give you his damn invisibility cloak?!" he screamed the next day. "I'm his best friend, and he's never even let me bother it before. What possible reason would e have to… Wait a second. He didn't ask you out did he! You're still going out with Dean right?"

"Not that it's any of your bloody business, but no I am not going out with Dean. I never was. But I'm sure that your thick head couldn't understand sarcasm. And, no, Harry didn't ask me out, yet again, not it's your bloody business. So why don't you scurry off and go stare longingly at Hermione some more." She ran upstairs, or at least her head did for sure. Her door slammed shut behind her. Crying, she sat down at her at desk and began to write her reply to Harry.

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