It had been four days since Ginny had written to Ron and he still hadn't replied. Ginny was kind of worried, but she was sure he was just busy. After all he had Harry and Hermione to protect him. Harry sighs I wonder what he's doing right now… She also wondered if he even remembered her, he hadn't written all summer, but she wouldn't allow herself to think that. She got a green tank top and jeans from her wardrobe. She had to find something to take her mind off things.
At that moment Harry was thinking of her. He was sitting in a chair in a dusty wizard motel staring out at the grey sky. The thought of Ginny made him sad with longing, but it was because he loved her so much that he knew it wouldn't be right to be with her.
"You all right mate?" asked Ron poking his head out of the bathroom, "You've been sitting there for the last hour."
"And you've been in the bathroom pruning for Hermione for the last hour," Harry retorted. Although Ron and Hermione weren't officially going out, it was obvious that they were head-over-heels for each other- to everyone but themselves. Ron began blushing.
"I….I-I ….," he stuttered.
"You were what? Thinking of a good ending to a sentence?"
Ron grinned and sat down at the tiny desk. The room consisted of two single beds, two lamps, a desk and two chairs. There was a small window on one wall looking over a muggle town. Hermione was staying along the hall in an even smaller room. It wasn't much, but it was all the could afford, and the old unused ball rooms were a great place to practice spells and charms. Ron took out a piece of parchment and a quill from the drawer and began to write. Ginny had written to him four days ago, but he had been so caught up in what was going on, that he had completely forgotten to reply.
Dear Ginny,
So sorry it took this long for me to reply. Harry and I are sharing a tiny hotel room(don't get any ideas! There's two beds!). Sorry, but you sounded like you needed a joke. I miss you, Ginny. I know that it must be lonely in the Burrow without all us noisy boys, but you do know that you are more than welcome to come visit us here any time you want? You can stay as long as you like. Give my love to Mum.
Take care,
Ron
"Who're you writing to?" asked Harry.
"Ginny."
"Oh…"
"I invited her to come visit."
"What?" said Harry suddenly paying much more attention, " I don't think that's a good idea. She could get hurt."
"Well, she could get hurt at home too. And I know you still think of her as a little girl, but she's seen more than people twice her age in her fifteen years, and once she gets motivated, she's one hell of a fighter," Ron defended his sister.
"I suppose so…"
"Maybe she won't even come," said Ron, eager to change the topic from the suddenly gloomy conversation. Harry raised his eyebrows. It was obvious Ginny would start packing the minute she got the letter.
Somewhere not that far off in a dark cobbled alley someone was reading Ron's letter, but it wasn't who it was meant for, and it wasn't an accident either. The figure had a dark scarf wrapped round his head and all you could see where his dark brown eyes. Next to him stood a slender woman with pale blonde hair. She frowned.
"So you have no idea where it came from?" she asked in an urgent whisper.
"I told you before Nar- Emily, I tried everything to find out, but nothing. They're smarter than we think."
"Then we have no choice but to follow the girl."
"I don't think that's a good idea…if anything happened to her…well we wouldn't see the sun again."
But the woman wasn't listening. She simply pulled up her hood and apparated.
Ginny sped high into the air, not stopping until she was high above the clouds. Up here all her thoughts seemed to insignificant up here. She sped downwards, like chasing the snitch. Then suddenly it brought back too many memories, so she skidded to a halt a few feet above the ground.
"Ginny!" called her Mum, standing in the doorway, "Lunch!"
Ginny landed softly on the ground and put her broom in the shed. She went inside and washed up. Lunch was already on the table. Sausage sandwiches. Yummy!
"Thanks Mum," Ginny said slipping into her chair. She looked over at her Mum, who wasn't even listening, "sit down please."
Her Mum smiled and pulled up a chair. The two of them sat in silence happily munching on their sandwiches.
Suddenly a crashing noise, then a few moments later a light brown owl flew limply through the window. It dropped an envelope in front of Ginny. She reached for it before it hit the table and tore open the envelope. She read it in a matter of seconds and then handed it to her Mum. After a few moments of silence Ginny could no longer keep quiet.
"Can I go? Please?" she begged almost falling out of her chair, "Pretty pretty please?"