A/N: This is so short. Sorry. But I wanted to get this out. I start school in a week and doubt I'll be able to get another chapter up. So yeah, chapters will be coming alot later. Sorry. Hope you don't leave me!

Chapter 11

The days grew shorter as winter began to lay her blanket over us. By the end of November, snow flakes could already be seen falling from the gray clouds above us. Fires were soon lit in the great fireplaces.

My studies have been going as good as they good. I haven't failed anything yet, but I was dangerously close on some occasions. It was only a matter of time before midnight bedtimes caught up to me.

Dear Ginny,

Mum said I should owl you when I got to Hogwarts safely. Well here I am, owling you, telling you that I'm at Hogwarts and safe. Don't worry, you'll be here next year and I'll teach you all the tricks to make you pass all your classes. Of course I'll tell you once I figure them out.

Oh, and it really is Harry Potter, the boy on the train. He's got the scar and everything. He's really nice though, not like how I would imagine him to be. It's like he doesn't even realize he's the most famous boy of our age.

I've met the Malfoy's son, Draco. I'm sure you remember Dad talking about the Malfoy's on several occasions. Well their son is a git just like them. I'll give you some brotherly advice right now, stay as far away from him as possible.

And for the sorting, we didn't even have to fight a troll or anything like Fred and George said we would. It was just a stupid hat that reads your thoughts and tells you which house you're better suited for. Those gits.

Tell everyone I said hi, I don't feel like writing a lot of letters. Bye Gin!

-Ron

Detentions were not something I enjoyed, but I seemed to be getting those occasionally. Maybe it was my sleeping in class or me turning in assignments late all the time. Or maybe teachers just enjoyed taking away my time to do homework. Giving me detention was not going to get me to do my homework any faster.

Dear Ginny,

Hogwarts is everything I've ever imagined. You'll love it when you get here. Ghosts, moving staircases, doors that aren't actually doors; it's amazing. There's even a poltergeist named Peeves. He's always getting kids late to class, not that I've ever been late or anything.

I'll tell you already, Potions is horrible. The teacher is a git and a half. His hair is greasy and looks like it's never been washed. Plus he plays favorites with the Slytherins.

Be carefully in Herbology, plants may try and eat you, it's happened to me a few times. History of Magic is the class you can catch up on late homework. The teacher is a ghost and doesn't pay attention to anything. Just find someone you can copy notes off of. Professor Flitwick in Charms is a pushover, literally. He's a dwarf and he's funny. You'll enjoy him. You don't want to get on the bad side of Professor McGonagall. Even though she's our Head, she doesn't play favorites like Snape. She's very strict. Professor Quirrell is a fake, I swear. He won't tell us any stories of all the 'fascinating' stuff he's done. He's a fake.

Well that's all I have time to write tonight. I have loads of homework to do. Harry says Hi by the way.

-Ron

What irked me the most was that I didn't have Quidditch to take my mind off of everything. For some strange reason, Dumbledore and the Head of Houses decided that it was for the best, since numbers were so low and there was a lot of danger. They weren't even allowing me to fly whenever I wanted. I had to have supervision and it had to be during the day. Everything I loved was being torn away from me.

Ginny! I saw a troll! I'm dead serious!

So on Halloween some git let in a troll. Since me and Harry are such valiant heroes, we decided to ignore the rules and go help our now friend Hermione Granger. Well, first we accidentally put the troll in the bathroom with her, but then we went in and saved her. I knocked him out with my Wingardium Leviosa charm and Harry stuck his wand up his nose.

Gross, yes, but it worked. We each won five House points, which should've been more, but I guess we did break the rules.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. We got in a duel with that git, Little Malfoy. Actually it was a hoax and we almost got caught, but we were quick thinking and ran away. We actually saw this huge three-headed dog. Why would a three-headed dog be in Hogwarts? Well I've got to go; Harry's first Quidditch game is this afternoon. Oh, I forgot to tell you; Harry's the seeker on the Quidditch team.

-Ron

Draco was still annoying me. He would randomly pop up in the hallway and start talking to me. It was never about the same thing. He would just start talking to me about random stuff. We did have one 'intense' conversation, though.

I had been standing at the entrance of the Great Hall, leaning against the doorway, staring at all the people, mainly Harry. I hadn't meant to stare at him, but eyes had just drifted to him.

"Why don't you talk to him?" Draco said, sneaking up on me.

"Because he doesn't deserve to be talked to," I said coolly, folding my arms.

"And what did he do to deserve the cold shoulder?" Draco asked.

"Like you don't know," I retorted, stalking into the Great Hall.

Ok, it wasn't the most intense, but you have to read between the lines. He knows why I don't talk to Harry and yet he still has the nerve to talk to me about it?

Merry Christmas Gin,

I really haven't had time to shop or anything so I hope love is enough for you, haha. Tell Mum that Harry and I appreciate the sweaters and sweets. Harry got an Invisibility Cloak! He's so lucky. Apparently it was his fathers and now someone anonymous gave it back to him.

I really don't have anything else to say. By the way, have you heard of a guy by the name of Nicolas Flamel?

-Ron

When Christmas time rolled around, I was one of the few people left at Hogwarts. I had a place waiting for me at Order's Headquarters but I didn't want to be around the people there. So I stayed here at Hogwarts with the few people that didn't have a place to go.

On Christmas morning I found the usual gifts from my family and friends. Then I found a package with bare wrapping at the very bottom. I picked it up curiously, wondering who it was from. I slowly opened to the wrapping to find a simple black journal. I curiously opened it up and found a small note written on the first page.

If you won't talk, write.

A/N: Even though it's short, I hope you all still review because you all love me! Yay!