"Don't Stop Believing"

Chapter 02

July 31, 2005

Harry woke up the next morning to see Hedwig perched on his bed post.He quickly untied the letter and opened it up. A red letter fell out. Harry picked it up curiosuly, recognizing immediately what it was. He opened it up and peaked around. Dudley was still in bed, and the car was gone so Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had left to do the shopping. He closed the door and opened the letter.

The page turned into a mouth, floating in the air. The voie of Ginny Weasley began to yell.

"HI ! TELL GINNY I SAID HI ! WHY I NEVER? HARRY POTTER, I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM YOU IN THREE WEEKS AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS HI ! I TRY TO BE UNDERTANDING AND LET YOU HAVE YOUR SPACE, BUT HI ! I EXPECT A FULL PROPER LETTER WHEN HEDWIG RETURNS OR YOU WILL BE SEEING MORE OF THESE !"

The paper exploded into bits, and Harry sat staring at where the letter had been floating inches from his face. Ginny had been upset over their break up and he knew she understood, but she was angry. Ron had mentioned it in his last letter. Now, Harry picked up the other letter and read Ron's message.

Harry,

Well, I can assume you read Ginny's letter. She was fuming when I told her you said hi. She took the letter and read it, and then immeadiately went to work writing the howler. Sorry, mate.

The next time that fat cousin of your's screams bloody murder, run in there, hand him one of Fred and George's candies. Tell him you've got more if he quits bugging the hell out of you. I particularly favor the one's that turn you're nose colors and give of the colored steam.

I'll see you in a few weeks. Waiting to here back on how the candies went.

Ron

Harry gave it a thought, and then went to his trunk where he pulled out a bag full of colorful wrapped up candies. He pulled out a purple one, and set it on his dresser. Not thirty minutes later, Dudley was yelling, and Harry simply walked into Dudley's room and dropped the candy on his bed.

"If you'll shut up, I have a whole bag hidden. You can have them," Harry said, as Dudley quickly unwrapped the candy and stuck it in his mouth. Within seconds, his nose was a bright green, with purple steam rolling out of nostrils. He screamed and ran to the bathroom.

Harry laughed and walked back to his room, where he shut and locked the door. He thought for a moment, and stared at the bits of paper from the howler. He got out two pieces of parchment, and began the first letter.

Ron,

I did as you said and he was crying before he got to the bathroom. It was great. Tell Fred and George I said thanks.

Yes, I got the howler, and you can tell Ginerva Weasley that I will not be writing her. See how if she likes that. By the way, I will be writing, but let her fume for a moment or two before you hand her the letter.

Harry

After he had finished the letter, he picked up the other piece of parchment, and began his letter to Ginny. He thought for a moment to tell Ginny about the dreams he had been having but decided against it.

Ginny,

I loved your letter. I got quite the laugh. I'm really sorry I haven't written. Things have been so boring here, that I've done a lot of sleeping. My dreams aren't of Voldermort anymore, which worries me.

I do wish the summer was over. I know you'll be returning to Hogwarts, and as you know, I won't. I can't after everything that happened. It's got to end and that's why you and I had to end it. You know that. I could never stand to lose you or watch you fall because of me and a prophecy that has ruined any chance of a normal life. I can't let you live like that. You deserve more...you deserve better.

Love,

Harry

Harry folded the letters, and sent them off with Hedwig. He put down the quill and ink and laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Harry had thought about Ginny all the time, and his dreams were of her. He thought of the simple things that filled his dreams, such as her smile and their first kiss. It was like a movie that played out in his dreams. They had started his first night back from school, and he had dreamed of the first time he saw her at the train station. It had played out like that, with a memory every night. He was nearing their break-up and his sleep had not come easy. He knew he would dream of it and he didn't want to relive that memory. He'd never be able to get over her, if he kept reliving all their memories. With a sigh, Harry closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he was dreaming again.

A/N : The next chapter will be longer. Promise. Please review. If I don't get any reviews, I'm not posting another chapter. :D