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

Chapter 5 – A Letter From Ron

When Ginny missed, for the fifth time, the knitting point of the scarf that her mother had been trying to teach her, she wished she had thrown the bloody thing into the fireplace.

Ginny grunted in frustation. She was nervous, anxious and concerned.

She had not received a single letter from Harry in four days. There was not a reply to her last letter, where she wished him good luck for his first game, or a letter describing it as he had promised.

The fact that Harry's last letter was extremely worrying was not helping. She was beginning to consider writing a letter to Ron to discover what was going on, when she heard Molly's voice in the kitchen.

'Oh, my dear merlin! That poor boy.'

'Mum, what's it? Did something happen?'

Ginny entered into the Burrow's kitchen, interrupting the thoughts of Molly, who seemed restless.

'Ah, it's a letter from Ron, dear. It doesn't bring good news. Harry, Ron's friend, had a serious accident.'

Ginny turned so pale that her freckles were noticeable on her fair skin.

'WHAT?! AN ACCIDENT? WHEN?'

'Saturday, during the Gryffindor's Quidditch game. It seems that he had a big fall from his broom…'

'How?' Ginny repeated, interrupting Molly. 'Let me see that letter.' The girl demanded, while tearing the letter from her mother's hands.

Dear mum,

A horrible thing happened!

Harry's broom went crazy during Gryffindor's game against Slytherin on Saturday. His fall was over 164 feet. Madam Pomfrey said that he fractured many bones and hit his head hard. If he doesn't wake up soon, they'll demand his transference to St Mungo's.

I'm very sad, mum.

It was very odd and very scary. The broom literally tried to take Harry down. Nobody has seen anything like that before. Harry's broom is a brand new Nimbus 2000, which never showed any malfunction before.

Everybody's saying that his broom was jinxed by very powerful dark magic.

I'm really afraid for my friend, mum. I think someone's trying to kill him.

I think it's professor Snape. During the game, Hermione saw him staring to Harry's broom and she also said that to do that kind of magic, visual contact is very important. She tried to do something to distract Snape, but Harry fell before there was time.

I tried to talk to professor McGonagall, but she didn't believe me.

Could you and dad do something, mum? Try to talk to professor Dumbledore? Because if there was an attempt to kill Harry, there could be more. Harry's aunt and uncle won't do anything, because they hate him.

But do you know, mum? Harry's really amazing. When he fell, he slowed down his fall with magic. Madam Pomfrey said that his accidental magic saved his life. And guess what? He caught the snitch! Nobody saw how he did it, but, when they went to succour him, the snitch was in his hand.

Help Harry, mum!

Ron

Molly Weasley was frankly perplexed with her daughter's attitude. The child seemed disturbed, while she was reading her brother's letter. However, Molly could not judge her daughter for being frightened, she was also frightened.

Molly was a middle-age woman and mother of seven children, six of them had already been sent to Hogwarts. In all these years, she never thought in Hogwarts as an unsafe place. Even during the war against you-know-who, the school was a safe haven for children from all over the country. To think that a boy could have suffered an assassination attempt inside those walls was disturbing.

Molly knew her child well. She recognized that Ron was always precipitate with his conclusions, but he was not a liar. Her son would not make such a serious allegation without a reason.

Molly had never liked Quidditch. It was with a sinking heart that she saw each of her children fall in love for the sport, even little Ginny. Even then, she might not know how to fly on a broom, but she knew everything about brooms' security systems. A broom did not lose the control without a good reason, and trivial jinxes would not be capable to alter the proper functioning of a quality broom. It would be necessary something much more powerful.

It was quite reasonable that little Harry was not a normal child. The boy had his life marked by the tragedy of losing his family at a very young age and the stigma of being a symbol for the fight against the dark arts. It was strange to imagine that the child responsible for the fall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's reign of terror could have enemies. However, Severus Snape…

'SNAPE!' Ginny exclaimed, echoing Molly's thoughts. 'Snape tried to kill Harry.' She affirmed with the same conviction as Ron had put in his letter.

Molly did not understand it. 'Ginny, what are you saying?'

Ginny gazed her mother, seeming embarrassed for having spoken out loud. 'Nothing.'

'Ginny!' Molly warned, staring at her with watchful eyes.

'Mum, can we see him?' Ginny changed the topic. 'Let's go to Hogwarts, please.'

'Why?' Molly asked. 'What do you know about this story?'

'Nothing, mum. I've told you. Harry's my friend, just that.'

'You don't even know Harry Potter, Ginevra.'

Ginny sighed. 'Yes, mum, I know him. I might have only personally seen him once, but we've been exchanging letters for the last months, almost every day, actually. I know you noticed that Hedwig is always close even without bringing anything from Ron. That's because she brings letters from Harry to me.'

'How did that start?'

'How else could it have started it, mum? I sent him a letter and he answered me, then I send another and so on. That is generally how it works, mum.'

Molly preferred to ignore her daughter's insolence in that moment. 'Why did you hide it?'

'I didn't hide anything, mum. I just didn't go out there telling everybody about it. Besides, nobody asked… Ok, I admit I was a little ashamed.'

Molly comprehensively smiled. Her little girl had always viewed Harry Potter as a hero. Everything was Arthur's fault, of course. He filled the child's head with all those bedtime stories about the boy-who-lived. When Ginny was six years old, she used to play with her dolls, imagining that Harry Potter was the father. Well… Molly could understand Ginny's timidity.

'Well, that explains why that bloody owl has been prowling around this house for weeks. I was beginning to feel skittish about it. It wasn't a normal behaviour for an owl.'

'So, mum, can we see Harry?'

'Ginny, Harry isn't my son. I just can't go to Hogwarts and require them to let me see him.'

'Mum, please! Harry's aunt and uncle are Muggles and, even if they weren't, they don't care enough about Harry to worry. I worry, mum. I need to see if my friend is okay and if it was true that somebody tried to kill him.'

'Ginny, why do you and Ron insist that somebody would attempt to kill Harry?'

'Well… Some people have reasons…'

'Snape?'

'Snape!'

A/N: Hello!

I would like to remember that Harry and Ginny exchanged more letters than those that have been written here. Therefore, Harry and Ginny are very close.

The next chapter's title is Waking Up.

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