Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I'm sorry that I didn't add some author notes on chap two; I've been having some trouble with my wireless. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please Review!

Disclaimer--Seriously, people. All the credit goes to Jo. As if we have that level of creativity.

She waited until she was back in her dormitory with the curtains pulled around her four poster bed before opening the letter. Immediately she recognized the perfect cursive always associated with Hermione.

Dear Ginny,

How are you? How's Hogwarts? It must be strange without Professor Dumbledore, and I'm sure that many students and friends no longer attend school, but, nevertheless, I am jealous that you are still able to attend classes, relax in the common room, and sleep in a warm, elegant dormitory. We are changing locations constantly, and the idea of an actual bed you can look forward to getting into every night is quite appealing. The inns are nice, of course, I'm not going to try and make it sound as if Harry's dragged us off to some horrible wasteland with no plumbing, but still, an inn is nothing like an actual home. Although, one could argue that home is where the heart is, and my heart most definitely lies with our boys, so I suppose I should not be complaining.

The trip is going rather well. You know of the place we traveled first, and I must say: it was fascinating. There was so much historical value in that area, and, as I'm sure we have all suspected, Harry has turned out to be related to a certain famous lion. We visited his parent's graves, and Ginny, I know you're angry with him, but at that moment I knew he was doing the right thing. He looked so tired standing in front of those graves, so sad, and so old, and I knew that he would have given anything to have those two wonderful people alive again. He wishes so much that the people he loves didn't have to be hurt like this, that Sirius could be alive and happy, that Dumbledore could be able take care of his wonderful students, and that Cedric could have graduated. Ginny, he loves you. I know that at times that may be difficult to believe, but I swear, I know what I'm talking about. When I told him I was writing you, and asked if he wanted to say something…the look on his face told me everything. For a moment it was so obvious that he DID want to write to you, to tell you how he felt, to say how much he missed you. But then he just shook his head and turned away. He's much too disciplined, our Harry, wouldn't you agree?

As far as the actual mission, we are making progress. We think we may stop by a grim old place around the holidays, perhaps we'll see you there? We do have a bit of a lead, a certain thief and goat-lover are involved, however, so Merlin knows how long it might be before we actually take care of the problem. We may have to enlist some help from some close Auror friends.

I know you do not like hearing things like this, but I must tell you, your brother has grown up more in the past few months than he has in the entire six years that I've known him. He really is becoming quite the mature man; I have been so proud of him. He really loves Harry, and is obviously willing to do anything to help him. Just yesterday Harry said that we shouldn't be with him, and that we should go back to school. Well, it's one thing to see Ron get mad at Malfoy, but it's quite another to see him get insulted by his best friend. "Harry!" he had said, the tips of his ears going traditionally red, "You're being a bloody git. You think I would be searching for evil dark magic that will most likely kill me, trooping around God-forsaken villages in the pouring rain, and sleeping on hard floors at night, if I didn't want too! I'm here, Hermione's here, you're stuck with us, and there isn't anything you can do about it!"

I really do love that man.

And on that note, I will mention that the sleeping arrangements have been interesting. We can't afford two rooms, obviously, and since there is typically only one bed per room, they insisted upon being gentleman and allowed me to use it. That was very kind of them, however, I refused. Why should I be the only one comfortable? Harry's the one in charge, and the one in the most danger, shouldn't he get some sleep? And Merlin knows that Ron needs his rest, he becomes this horrible insufferable grouch if he doesn't. So I told them we would rotate, one night I would get the bed, the next night Harry would, and then Ron. After much argument, they agreed. The only problem with this wonderful little plan is that on the nights where Harry gets the bed…well…it's not my fault! I swear, it's not, but that first morning I woke up on the most wonderfully warm pillow, and I felt so good, until I realized that it was Ron's chest! Somehow, during the night, I wound up in his arms, and over the last couple of weeks we have awoken to the sound of Harry's hysterical laughter quite a few times. I'm not really complaining though.

I do hope you're well, Ginny, and I think of you throughout the day often. Be strong, and remember that getting a proper education and doing your best to learn all that you can about defense is just as important as what we're doing. Don't to anything stupid.

Hope to see you this holiday; I miss you!

Love,

Hermione

P.S. This is Ron. That crazy bookworm wouldn't let me read the letter for whatever reason, but I'm going to assume she told you all about what we're doing. I just wanted to say hello, to reassure you that we're all safe, and to tell you that Harry misses you, even though he's doing his best to pretend he doesn't. Hermione's doing a right good job of taking care of us, she's been cooking all the meals and everything! I swear, she's almost as good as Mum, she made a mince pie the other day that nearly blew me away! I don't know what I'd do without her. Harry and I, that is. Anyway, I miss you like mad, and I hope to see soon.

Your brother,

Ron

Ginny laughed as she rolled up the scroll, thinking that the phrase 'a way to man's heart is through his stomach' had never been truer. She leaned back on the pillow, curling up and thinking about all the new information. So, Harry's a descendant of Godric Gryffindor? She supposed that made sense, his father was a pureblood and they did live in Godric's Hollow. "We do have a bit of a lead, a certain thief and goat-lover is involved…" A thief and a goat-lover? The only thief she could think of was Mundungus; perhaps that was who she was talking about?

She sighed as she turned off the lamp on her bedside table; she would give anything to be there with them. As Hermione said, though, learning how to defend yourself in this war is just as important as what they're doing. She was glad she had accepted McGonagall's request to lead the DA, and she knew that Harry would be proud of her for doing so.

"Ginny, he loves you…he DID want to write to you, to tell you how he felt, to say how much he missed you…" And with that final gratifying thought, Ginny rolled over and fell asleep.

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