Can Love Find Me Now

Chapter 3

Letters from Luna and Neville

The sun had just come up on a new morning on Privet Drive. A tired Harry was sitting on his bed wondering how many more days he was going to have to stay at the Dursley's home. When was he ever getting out of here; was his biggest question?

"Please Dumbledore let me go to #12 Grimmauld Place soon. I am going crazy here. Maybe if I am with my friends I will be able to calm down and get some rest (as if that will happen). I guess I will just set here and finish my potions essay. That will be that last of my summer homework. Then if I get to go see Ron, we will be able to have some fun. That is if we don't have to clean any more of that place."

All of a sudden, there was a noise out side. There was a beautiful owl coming at Harry's bedroom window. Who could that be from?

"I have never seen that owl before he thought. May be it is a letter from Luna or Neville or maybe one of the other DA members."

 The owl landed on Harry's bed and stuck out his leg. There was a letter from Neville Longbottom. Yes, Harry thought as he untied the parchment.

Dear Harry,

I was so surprised and glad to receive a letter from you, as I don't get many form friends from school. I knew you felt we were friends but it is good to see that you really feel that way. I have always hoped we were friends. You don't have to thank me for going with you. I felt it was my duty to avenge my parents. Voldemort and his deatheater's have caused my family so much pain that I had to do what I did.

I am glad you told me that you knew about them before you had seen Gram and I at the hospital that night. I am also glad you kept it to your self. I have a hard enough time with everyone teasing me at school with out them knowing this. It is hard to live with some days to know that your parents don't remember you but have them to visit as I do with them. I feel that mum may remember some since she always gives me candy wrappers when I leave. They are something I like to hold onto. I know you have gone through worse with Voldemort killing your parents and I can say I don't know what that feels like, but what I go through is close to it.

Is it weird going into a pensive? I bet it is, but if I could, I would like to go into one that has memories of my parents with me and when they were younger. That way I could know them a little better then what I do. I must say no I am not mad at you for knowing since it was not your fault on how you found out. If you had known it was a pensive and what it had in it; you would not have fallen into it.

Gram is going to be taking me to Diagon Alley to get my new wand. I hope you are right about the wand. It will be great to get my spells to work properly. I was bale to do a few spells right with the D.A. last school year. I am glad you taught us defense last year, because if you hadn't we would have been in big trouble in the Department of Mysteries (even with a good teacher I think we would have not done well, other then Professor Lupin). Gram was a bit mad at me about everything but now she is proud that I fought back and made a man of myself as she puts it. Gram said;

 "You showed that you are as brave as your father and mother. I could not be more proud of you for what you helped do there."

Can you believe that she was all crying and stuff, and if you think Snape will stop being cruel to me (or even you after what we did you had better think again) then you are really dreaming.

If you get to go to Ron's for the rest of the summer and it is ok with his mum in addition, my Gram; I would like that very much. To be able to visit friends and get away from Gram for a bit would be heaven. Don't get me wrong I love my Gram but sometimes you just need to get away and be with the boys (HA, HA, HA).

Well Gram is calling me so I must close for now. If you want, you can write me again, you don't have to, but you can. Just remember you have a friend in me for life Harry.

Neville Longbottom

Just as Harry was finishing Neville's letter another bird was heading for his window. It was a weird looking bird. Kind of like the tropical bird that had once delivered one of Sirius's letter's in his third year at school. It was all white with a few yellow feathers on its head. He remembered seeing a bird like that when he went to Muggle School when he was younger. He thought he remembered that the bird was a Cockatiel. It was a rather pretty bird. When the bird stuck out its leg, he saw it was a letter from Luna, (figures Luna would use a not so regular bird to send post).

"I am glad she wrote me back," Harry thought.

Dear Harry,

It was a great pleasure to receive a letter from you. I consider it an honor that you consider me one of your friends. I consider you one of my friends too. I am doing well after our little party at the Department of Mysteries. I am sorry you lost someone in that fight. I am also glad that you taught us how to fight. If you had not then we would have been badly hurt. You are a good teacher and you may want to think about being a teacher when you finish school. That or play Quidditch. You are a brilliant seeker and I am sure any team would take you on in a second (being the youngest seeker in a century). You are also a brilliant fighter and would make a good Auror one day. Any field you choose we all know you will be great at it.

My summer is going well so far. I am helping my father at the paper. We will be doing some traveling to find rare magical creatures and find stories to put in to the paper. It should be a very fun summer. I will be looking forward to seeing you all on the train back to Hogwarts on September 1. Until our paths cross again.

P.S. How is Ronald doing? I hope he is having a great summer. Do tell him to drop me a line if you see him or write to him, and only if he gets a chance. I would love to hear from him. He has the most brilliant red hair and the most brilliant blue eyes that I have ever seen. Does he still like, oh what is her name, Harriett no, Helen no, Hildegard no, oh yes Hermione right, yes that is her name. By the By I hope he is doing well.

Luna Lovegood

(Harry's thoughts after reading Luna's letter)

I knew she acted somewhat dreamy but now I can say she is dreamy over Ron. Looks like Luna might give Hermione a run for her money. If Hermione doesn't tell Ron how she feels soon Luna might try to get a hold of him. Luna is a nice girl but Ron only has eyes for Hermione and I know she likes him too. I just wish they would grow up and get over what ever is stopping them from telling each other. They would make a great couple. I wonder if it is because of me, that they won't tell each other. I think when I write them back I will hint around that it is ok with me if they want to date each other. I mean I followed my heart and went out with Cho Chang (even though she asked me out), at least Ron and Hermione could open up and try to see if it will work or not. I know they will work out better then Cho and I did. I am glad it didn't work out for us because if it had Voldemort would have seen that in my head and could have used her against me. I really need to work on my Occlumency, that way if I ever want to have a girlfriend Voldemort won't be able to find out about it. It would be nice to find a girlfriend that would love me for who I am not what I have done or what I will have to do.

I could see myself loving a girl like my mum. Beautiful, brave, smart, caring, loving heart, fiery spirit, like Quidditch somewhat, put up with me being a prat sometimes, and wanting a family not to big of course. Maybe three or four kids two boys, two girls. She would be willing to share herself with her husband, and children with out a second thought. Someone willing to give their all for the one they love no questions ask, a good head on her shoulders, cunning, funny, able to tell a good joke. The most important part is they would love me for being me Harry, just Harry. Not the boy who lived, the boy who has to kill a murder or die by that murder, not even the hero, just the man Harry. However, where could I find someone like that I wish I knew? One day my love will come, I know she will, but I probably won't see her until it is too late and I die at the hands of Voldemort. That is how my life goes.

(End of Harry's thoughts)

It has been three weeks since the holidays started. The hope of getting some news that he would get out of there soon; the wait was killing him. Being back in this place was driving him crazy.

"No, quiet is good for the soul but it can get on ones nerves. I don't know what is worse; them being mad all the time or them just ignoring me." He thought

"Please Dumbledore give the ok for me to get out of here" Harry thought.

Harry had not heard from George or Fred yet. He wondered what they were going to send him. Could they be waiting on his birthday to send it to him? Ron or Ginny didn't say when they would send it or for what reason they were going to give him this gift of products. Harry decided to write to Fred and George Weasley;

"Maybe I will write to them and see what they say. That is the only way I will know what they are thinking. Yes, that is what I am going to do." He thought

Fred and George or is it Gred and Forge (ha-ha),

How are you two doing? I hope this letter finds you and your shop doing well. I received a letter from Ron and Ginny and they said that you might be sending me a surprise package of some of the Weasley Wizard Wheeze products. They also asked if you do send it that I use some of them on Dudley and take pictures so everyone can see how they affected him. I don't own a camera; so if any one wants to see pictures I will need to Burrow a camera too. I will return it to the owner once I have taken the pictures. If it is a birthday gift then I will have to find other people to try them on. If that is the case, I will try them on Crabbe and Goyle at school and make sure Collin is around to take the pictures.

I hope the shop is doing great and that my little investment has help you achieve the best joke shop around the wizarding world. I also hope that your mum isn't totally pissed off that you found the money to start your shop. By the way, I liked your jackets you had at platform 9 and ¾ when we got there. Dragon hide makes nice jackets. Where did you find them and how much did they cost. I think I would like one and maybe buy one for Ron for his birthday. I know he would love to have one. They looked so nice on you two. Do they make them like trench coats (I want to change my look a little)? That is what I would like to have. With many pockets in side the coat to hide things like a wand and some of your famous Weasley Wizard Wheeze products. Let me know about the coats please.

Ok I am going to send this off to you now so I can make sure Hedwig is back soon. I want to write to Dumbledore and see if he will let me get out of here and visit your family at #12. Hope to hear for you both very soon and have good news about the coats.

Harry

The days were passing so slow to Harry that he thought someone had gotten a hold of one of the devices from the Ministry of Magic and stopped time all together. With many sleepless nights (with as many bad dreams and some nice ones) and letters from his friends, he was holding his own. Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were leaving him alone most of the time (I think Dudley is scared that something might happen like last summer). Aunt Petunia still had her days when she would make Harry go out, do the lawn, and clean out her garden beds. In the next few days, Harry was going to have to paint the outside of the house and clean out the gutters. On the days, he had to work hard all he could think about was leaving and seeing his friends.

"I just hope I get to leave here before I have to paint and clean those gutters. I just wish they would make Dudley get off his duff and do some work around here. I am not their slave even though they think I am."

Finely the day had come and Harry had been at the Dursley's home for a month. Two more weeks and he would be turning sixteen years old. He knew this was selfish on his part but he wanted to be with his friends this year on his birthday. Maybe then, they could at lest celebrate it in the right way (not being ignored like all his other birthdays) but maybe have a cake and ice cream and oh who could forget the Butterbeer. That warm and joyous feeling it gave you when you drank it. Maybe Professor Dumbledore would let him go to and see Ron, Hermione, and Ginny at #12 Grimmauld Place. One can only hope for the best.

Harry went to sleep that night with a good dream for once.

THE DREAM

In the dreamed he was back at his godfather's house. Every one was there Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, all of the rest of the Weasley's, Tonks, Remus, some other members of the Order, even Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape (why do I want to see Snape there). They threw a big birthday party for him. Sitting on the table was all of Mrs. Weasley's great food; she had made a great big birthday cake for him. Then there were games, music, and dancing. Right at the moment Ron and Hermione were dancing and having a great time (was that a kiss I just saw) Tonks and Remus were dancing; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were out there dancing as if they were just falling in love. Standing back and watching his friends;  Neville and Luna dance for a bit and there was Ginny dancing with professor Dumbledore. Her red hair shining as the light hit it, making it look like someone he knew (or he should know well) laughing at some thing he said. When he saw her face with that smile, he almost thought it was his mum. He was so sure in his state of mind that he started to call out

"Mum I am over here" but then he realized it was Ginny not his mum.

He thought Ginny looked like his mum (but does she really, or was it his imagination, was he wanting her to look like his mum)

"I have not seen her all summer so she could look like my mum. I am not sure but I will compare her looks to my mum's pictures; when I get to see her."

"I keep watching what is going on around me and I decide to ask Mr. Weasley If I can cut in and dance with his beautiful wife. He smiles at me as tells me yes. I am dancing with Molly Weasley and having a great time and then she changes to Cho with tears falling down her cheeks, then to Hermione, and then to Tonks and then to Ginny. Ginny; those eyes of hers that make the world stand still; my heart feels lighter looking at those eyes. I just stair into those eyes of hers and get lost and then the next thing I know I kiss her. Right on the lips, (wow those lips are so soft and sweet) god if this is a dream don't wake me up; I am in heaven. Cho's kiss was never like that. Some thing in side me wants to really see what it would be like to kiss a girl like In this dream, Every thing starts to fade away.

"No!" I call out to every one. "Please don't leave me, come back" Harry called to every one. Then they were gone.

END DREAM

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

BOY IF YOU WANT TO EAT SOME TIME TODAY YOU WILL GET YOUR LAZY BEHIND OUT OF BED AND GET DOWN TO EAT! His Aunt Petunia called from down stairs.

"Oh, my god what a dream, I can't believe I dreamed I was kissing Ginny. I have never thought of her that way. I must be really losing my mind; that I would dream of her in that way. If any of the Weasley men knew, I was thinking about her in that way they would beat me to a bloody pulp. Seven Weasley's that would want my head on a platter served up and given to Voldemort. What made me have that dream in the first place? It was nice not to dream about the old dark lord Voldemort for once. Just keep telling yourself that it is just a dream." Harry thought as he dressed.

YOU DO NOT LIKE GINNY THAT WAY! YOU DON'T AND I REPEAT YOU DON'T LIKE GINNY THAT WAY!

"Get a grip on your self-Potter. Ron will kill you for having that kind of dream about his sister."

 "I would really like to kiss her though." NO, NO, NO, don't think about that. She is your friend not your girlfriend. She is Dean's girl friend."

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