A/N – Here is chapter one, Please R&R!
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1 – A Letter From the Grave – 1
Harry woke to a room filled with bright sunshine and the sweet scent of cinnamon. Harry and Hermione had decided on staying at the Burrow this summer seeing as Fred and George were living in their joke shop giving Ron only Ginny and his parents for company. It seemed like they had only been there a short period of time, yet they were due to go back to Hogwarts for 7th year in less than a week.
Harry loved staying at the burrow. Not only does he get to be away from the Dursley's and be spending time with his two best friends, but also staying in the same house as Ginny. Ginny had been the object of his affection for sometime now though every time he thought about confessing his true feelings to her, either someone else would walk in, or, the more common reason, his mind would go blank just by seeing her beauty.
Harry loved everything about her. The way her gorgeous strawberry blonde hair made a perfect soft wave down to her shoulders. How she looked at him with her blue, almond-shaped eyes. When she smiled, his heart would melt at her slightly plump, ever so kissable, shimmering lips. But what he liked best about her, was her body. He loved how her soft breasts perfectly balanced out her upper torso and her thin waist arched down to smooth, slender legs.
He had been dreaming about kissing her only moments ago, but now, as he lay in his make-shift bed in Ron's room, he wondered why he liked her so much. It can't just be her beauty. She's your best mates sister! What could possibly be attractive about that? But that wasn't the reason. Could it be that we both play Quidditch? Or maybe it's because she had a crush on me in my 2nd year. Whatever the reason was, it didn't matter because Harry knew he would never get her. She had been going out with Dean Thomas for 2 years now. Why would she leave a serious relationship for her old, schoolgirl crush? She wouldn't, he knew she wouldn't.
Suddenly the sweet cinnamon smell grew stronger, reminding Harry of breakfast. He looked at the clock. 9:30 a.m. Better get downstairs before I miss breakfast. He quickly got up and started rummaging through his trunk. Once he had a red t-shirt, a pair of blue jeans and clean underwear, he headed to the bathroom, in such a hurry he forgot to close his trunk. Five minutes later, he was downstairs.
"There you are, Harry, dear! Come! Sit! Have a cinnamon bun!" Mrs. Weasley greeted him cheerfully. Ever since she got the recipe for this muggle breakfast treat it's all she makes in the morning. "Ron and Hermione have finished already. As soon as you finish, you can join them in the living room."
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley"
"Oh, your quite welcome dear!"
It wasn't long before Harry had wolfed down his cinnamon bun, thanked Mrs. Weasley once more and left for the living room.
"It's obvious she's not happy Ron! Every time he comes up in conversation she doesn't have much of anything good to say about him. All she does is try to change the subject." Hermione said in a hushed voice.
"Hermione, you don't have to whisper, both her and Harry are still sleeping." Replied Ron. Who are they talking about that they don't want me to hear? Harry thought. Hold on…he said, 'both'…Ginny? Was the 'he' they were referring to me? Ginny doesn't like me? He walked a little closer to the door where he stood eaves dropping.
"I know…but why would Harry care? It's not like he fancies her!" Hermione said, slightly giggling at the absurdness of this last part. Harry gulped.
"But he might care about her…you know, as a friend." Said Ron.
"Who are you guys talking about?" asked Harry, deciding to stop eaves dropping and join the conversation.
"Oh, no one. Nothing important." Said Ron
"Ok." Harry said with a touch of suspicion.
"Sleep well?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, I suppose so." replied Harry, taking a seat opposite the couch his two friends were currently sitting on.
"I'm so glad it's summer! I hate preparing for those N.E.W.T's! Their gonna' be bloody brutal! I'm tellin' ya!" Ron said, trying to change the subject.
They talked about N.E.W.T's and schoolwork for a while when they were interrupted by someone walking in the room. "Oh, hi Ginny." Ron greeted her.
"Hi." Ginny said through a yawn. "Uh, Ron? You might want to check your room. When I woke up I heard a thud…followed by some screeching and clawing."
"What?" Ron had a frightened look on his face. "Um, ok…Harry! Why don't you come with me? We can check it out together!" He squeaked.
"Why? Is wittle won won scarwed?" Harry teased causing laughter from both girls.
"No! It's just that, this summer, it IS your room too, you know!" replied Ron angrily.
"Alright, I'll come with you." The two of them walked upstairs and into Ron's room.
"It doesn't look like anything happened in here." Ron said eyeing the place.
"No, but there's a letter in my trunk…that's probably what Ginny heard. An owl." Said Harry.
"Yeah…well go on! Open it!" Ron said impatiently. Harry picked up the letter with a dumb-struck look on his face as he read who the letter was from.
"This can't be right…" he said, more to himself than to Ron.
"What? Who's it from?" Harry said nothing. He was still deep in thought. "Harry?"
"Uh…it says here that this letter is from…Sirius…"
"That can't be! Sirius has been dead for nearly a year now!" still silence from Harry. "Well, read it." And with that Harry slowly opened the envelope and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I know you must be very confused right now, seeing as you think I am dead. It's quite a long story and I wish to tell you of it in person rather than in letter. That is why I plan on coming to see you sometime in the next few days. You must trust me on this! If I know the real you, you will believe me. I look forward to seeing you, Hermione and all the Weasley's again. (Yes, I know you are staying at the burrow this summer)
Send me an owl back right away.
Sincerely,
Padfoot
Harry read this letter over at least three times before acknowledging Ron's inquiry towards it.
"Well? What does it say?"
"It says…" said Harry, still deep in thought. "It says that he's alive and wants to tell me the full story in person…"
"Rubbish! We saw him fall through that veil. He can't have survived that…"
"That's what I was thinking…but it says here that he knows I'm at the burrow and he will be coming to see me in the next few days…That could be a bad thing…you know, if it's an imposter…" Harry said, his body suddenly filled with rage.
Ron shrugged. Harry nodded, making a decision in his mind and immediately grabbed a clean piece of parchment, a quill and ink and began writing.
A/N – Haha! Yes it's a cliffie but I will tell you now that I think that's the only one I have for a few chapters…like I said before I'm only on chapter 4 so bear with me here!
If you like this story be sure to check out my friend's stories as well:
Serena-Masked13 – Silver Arrow
shna1234 – Love and War
(both Harry Potter)
I also recommend this one (even though I don't know the author, this is my favorite story):
gabrielle004 – Always Have, Always Will and the sequel Orchids in the Spring
