Chapter 6

The logical solution to his problem would be Ronald Weasly – his oldest and best friend. Nevertheless, will he come if it means to be working together with Hermione? Side by side, day after day, hour after hour. Harry found that he could connect the two things: one - what he wanted and the other – what he wanted for his two best friends. If he would not tell Ron that Hermione was coming and vice-versa, then by the time they were here, there was nothing they could do about it. "Yes!" He said aloud and congratulated his brilliant mind.

Harry was not too worried about the threats though. He thought, that the idiot would soon find somebody else, he/she liked better and started to torture him or her instead.

After having to face Voldemort, life itself had seemed easy enough for Harry. He now was the best Seeker in England and was well aware of it. Witches from all parts of the Wizarding world sent him letters every day saying that he was the man of their dreams and that would he please marry them. Harry however, did not want any of them. He liked girls that did not recognise him straight away and thought he was a normal member of the Wizarding Community, just as they were. He had just dumped his girlfriend Sally for a pretty face, called Leah, whose most intelligent answers were Huh? and What?. She was beautiful though. Harry suspected that her grand-grand-grandmother had been a veela. To Harry's frustration she kept floating around in his house telling Justin and Colin to cook her food, clean up her mess and wash her clothes. He was wondering constantly, why he had not told her to 'bugger off'. He also thought that after the Cho thing he should have known better.

Harry started his letter to Ron, but soon found that it was not nearly as easy to write to him as it used to be. The factor could have been that he had not answered Ron's last letter two years ago, saying that he would like to see Harry on his birthday. Harry did not know how to tell him that he was going to be in Italy, training. It was completely Harry's fault that they were not communicating and he admitted it. There was one trip and then another, an important training or a Quiddich match he simply could not miss. Soon six months had passed since their last letter and Harry felt embarrassed to write. The truth of the matter was that if he had not gotten into this rotten trouble with the nutcase, he would not be writing this letter at all.

Dear Ron,

I know that I have been a real $$hole, not writing but I need your help.

It seems like I have an adoring fan. Not like all of those witches saying they think I am the most attractive male alive but the kind that says they love you and then want to kill you, if you know what I mean.I am not too worried, but as for Justin and Colin, well they are terrified and I thought that maybe they were right and I do need some professional help.

Owl me back immediately.

With best wishes,

Harry

Harry went to the cage, where two owls were sitting, side by side and opened the door. The younger and more energetic owl flew out and landed onto his shoulder. "No Fwoop. This time Hedwig gets to go." Harry said gently and looked at Hedwig who hooted silently and flew out, stretching her wings.

Harry had bought a new owl a few years back to keep the pressure off Hedwig, who was starting to get too old for longer trips. She had been quite offended for a while but soon accepted the fact that she was no longer the only owl in Harry's life. By now she had not delivered a letter in a month and was quite upset. She has her pride too, you know!

He felt he would rather have Hedwig take the letter to Ron, because she was still the one whom Harry trusted with all the important things to be taken to the correct location on the right time.

Harry tied the letter to Hedwigs foot and said: "Take this to Ron."