A/N: This chapter has been beta read. Thank you, Super MKatR.

Chapter 2 – Friends

Dear Harry,

I was pleased to receive your letter. I confess that I was a little scared that you wouldn't answer me, but now I see it was baloney on my part, seeing as you're a pretty cool guy.

I'm not sure what to tell you about myself. Well… I'm the youngest child and the only girl, which can be good and bad. The good side is that I've certain privileges as I am treated as a princess. I've a nice bedroom, Bill and Charlie do everything I want and I don't have to take my brothers' hand-me-downs. The bad side is that everybody seems to believe that I'm made of some sort of crystal. I'm really not so fragile.

They won't even allow me play Quidditch with them. Those morons believe I don't know how to fly. Verily, I have flown on the sly with their brooms since I was six years old (that was when I learnt to break into the broom closet by using wandless magic). Modesty aside, I learnt to fly long before Ron was mounting a broom without falling.

Please, don't you dare tell that to Ron, because he wouldn't leave me alone.

Read well my words Harry Potter: betray my trust and you'll become the boy-who-didn't-survive really fast. (Yes. This was a threat.)

Changing the topic. Don't become overly worried about Hogwarts, Harry. I'm sure you'll do fine. My mum told me that all my brothers had some level of difficulty in the first year and all were a bit scared of failing. As for professor Snape, even I know he's a disgusting slug that stalks everyone who isn't a Slytherin (George's words). Don't waste your time with him.

So… A dog with three heads, huh? Whoa! I'd really like to see it. But what is that thing doing in a school? That appears to be a mystery yet to be solved. If you discover more about it, will you tell me? Please?

I don't know if a should ask about this, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want, but is it true that your uncle and your aunt are so horrible? Ron told me some things, but I don't want to sound nosy or anything.

What I'm trying to say is that I want to know you better and that if you want to speak to me about stuff which isn't too cool, I promise I won't tell anyone.

Did you make other friends besides Ron? And who's that idiot Malfoy whom you mentioned it.

Until next time,

Ginny

Dear Ginny,

Of course you were a bit silly. I would never cease to reply to a friend, even to a friend that I didn't yet know that I had.

I confess, I tried to ask a little about you to Ron. (I was curious.) Then I understood what you meant when talking about how your brothers treat you. He spoke as if you were a baby wearing nappies and not like somebody who is just one year younger than him.

It was so funny, as he was going on about how he would one day teach you to fly. I would love to be there to see that happen.

Well, well, well. You mean I'm exchanging letters with a broom's thief and a natural flyer…

I'm not ignoring your threat, but I assure you that this is a great information to use.

Don't worry. I won't tell anything to Ron. It'll be so much funnier watching him finding out by himself.

Perhaps when you come to Hogwarts we can fly together. I want to see if you are good as you claim to be.

Actually, everybody is telling me the same thing. That I'll do well, because my parents were very talented and because I defeated a big dark wizard, that Snape's a moron, etcetera. Still, I don't feel at all as powerful as my parents I have never know, much less the dark wizard I am supposed to have defeated.

I just know that until not so long ago, I was locked in my cupboard under the stairs or running like crazy to avoid being my cousin's punching bag.

I am still adapting to everything.

About the dog, we don't know what he's doing there. I have my suspicious. Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor girl in our year, who was with us by chance, said that there was a trapdoor behind the dog's feet and that he probably was protecting something. It makes sense to me. I don't know what that thing is, but it's important, and, if my gut feeling is correct, Hagrid knows about it.

In fact, we only know about the dog, because I was stupid that day and I fell into a trap from Malfoy. He planned a duel with Ron and me after curfew and never showed. Instead he ratted us to Filch, the groundskeeper. Hermione Granger tried to stop us from going, but she ended up stuck outside the common room with me, Ron and Neville Longbottom, who was already stuck on the outside, because he forgot the password to get in.

It was a bloody mess. We had to run away from Filch and Peeves, the poltergeist, and we faced that big dog in the end. Just crazy.

I'll tell about my uncle and aunt in the next letter. Right now, I need to run to class.

From your friend,

Harry

P.S. You can do wandless magic?! Is that even possible?

After the first letter, Harry and Ginny started exchanging letters almost daily. Harry discovered he enjoyed writing to his new friend and anticipating the coming of Hedwig, which oddly did not mind making so many trips.

Harry did not mention to Ron about the letters that he was exchanging with his sister. Not that he intended to hide that from his friend, but Harry did not think that he could explain why he liked so much writing to Ginny.

The funny thing was that Hedwig seemed to guess Harry's wishes. The owl only showed up to deliver letters to Ginny when Harry was alone and began to reject letters from Ron, who returned to using school's owls like before.

That facilitated a lot, so that his secret would not be revealed. Not that this was a real secret. Or was it?

Before Harry realised, time went by and he and Ginny started sharing many things in their letters. He noticed he told her things that he would not say to anyone, even embarrassing and somewhat shameful things.

He told her about his life in Privet Drive. About the closet, about the beating he suffered from his cousin, about the nights without dinner, about the punishments given to him owing to inexplicable things that occured to him, and about not having friends.

He told her about those memories, those he thought that belonged to his parents and that he did not even know if they were true.

Harry was pouring his heart in those letters without a second thought, because Ginny would never judge him or make unkind comments. She would never show pity as the other people he had met. On the contrary, Ginny was always joyful and always knew a way to brighten up his spirit.

In return, she told him stories about the Weasley family, about the life in the Burrow, about her only friend, Luna, who was a bit of a lunatic, and about all her favourite things.

However, Ginny also spoke about hard things. She told of the difficulties in growing up in a big family with little money, about how she felt alone sometimes. She even confessed to Harry that she feared her brothers would forget her one day, because they almost never wrote to her anymore and when they were home, they were always pushing her away, because she was too young or a girl. She said that even Ron was not so close to her anymore.

Still, many letters were full of trivialities and silly tales that made them laugh a lot.

Before they even realised, the two, who had never officially met, were becoming fast friends.

A/N: Hey!

Here's chapter number two. This is just a transitional chapter about how the friendship between Harry and Ginny starts getting stronger.

I hope you like it and the title of the next chapter is Halloween.

English is my second language. So it would be great to have a beta to help me with grammar. If you want to be the beta of this story, please, send me a PM.

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