A/N: So, there's really no excuse for this. I'm sorry, guys. I abandoned you for more than a year, which is really inexcusable.
PS: I changed my username from Alicecullenisrealinmyworld to emmagraceling, because the former just isn't indicative of my personality anymore.
P.P.S: This is dedicated to both SilenceIsCompliance, who cheated because she's my sister and knows that I love Summer of My German Soldier and I'm Past The Point of No Return who said Harry Potter, so props. And you should totally read the rest if you haven't yet.
I will talk more at the bottom.
Later that day Harry received a letter from Mr. Bill Weasley.
Harry,
Hello. I hope you are doing well and studying hard. No OWLs or NEWTs this year, but that doesn't mean that you can slack off. Anyway, I heard a funny thing from Mum and Dad when I went there for lunch a few days ago. I heard that you had snogged my baby sister in the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room. I figure everyone else will threaten you enough, so I'll probably just tell you the truth. I am ecstatic...well, kind of. Not that my sister is snogging at all, mind you, but if she must, I'm glad it's you. Well, at least I'm glad it's not Dean. He was always too…clingy for her. Never let her be the brave girl we all know she can be. And Michael…well he never stood a snowballs chance in hell.
Listen, Harry, I know you're a good bloke. Don't hurt her too much when you go off on your wild adventures. Come back to her. She puts up a brave front, but she has been hurt. The diary affected her more than anyone really knew. She seems really happy this year for the first time in awhile and I have a feeling that's due to your friendship. I really don't want her to go back in her hole again. So, don't screw up. We all know you're going to leave her at some point— go to fight your battles and our world's battles, but just know that you need to return to her. You can't die in the battle, because that would crush her. And she really can't handle being that crushed without cracking. She isn't fragile, but no one can take a blow like seeing the man they love die after so many years. She really does love you now. It's not just her 8-year-old crush anymore. It' real. And I know it's real for you too. So whatever you do, don't give up. Don't let her go. Don't let her push you away. It's just too important. Love can change things in a war; I would know. Your priorities will never be the same. When you're away, you will worry about Ginny like I worry about Fleur. You will wonder what she's doing, where she is, if she is okay. I promise you she will be. Ginny's a fighter. And she's defiant. And she's definitely capable of handling the next year no matter what. So don't break her heart. Don't break up with her to be noble. Because she can handle it. No matter what you do, remember that. She can handle anything. She can do anything. As long as you don't die, she will be okay. And if you're not okay, then know that she will survive. She will get over it, but it won't be pretty. So do your best, but if it comes down to it, I know you'll protect her. And I'm endlessly thankful that my little sister found a bloke who really loves her and is selfless—more so than anyone else I know.
Finally, you're probably wondering why I'm not threatening and yelling, like I'm sure the rest of my brothers will be. And when I started, I expected that too. But I, unlike my brothers, have been and still am in love. The family doesn't like her much, and they don't know why I love her, but they don't know her. I know that when you love someone, it is impossible to intentionally harm her, and I have seen that you love her. I could see it this summer. I could see it at the holidays. And I know what its like, so I trust you. Don't break that trust.
God, I've rambled and gone back in forth in this. I hope you can see my point through all of the wishy washy words. It's just really hard. Ginny is the only sister I've got and it's important that I don't let you screw it up.
Best Wishes,
Bill
Harry smiled as he finished Bill's letter. It was clear that it was going to be the most heartfelt of any he was going to receive. Though Bill had said basically the same thing as Charlie, Harry could tell that Bill just understood more. Charlie didn't know what it felt like to care about someone more than you care about yourself, and while Charlie's letter was nice, Bill's really let him know that the family understood his relationship with Ginny and knew that he really did love and want to protect her. Harry quickly replied to Bill with the following:
Bill,
What can I say? Thank you for being so understanding about Ginny. It seems that the whole family has decided I'm going to be noble and leave, and I can't guarantee that is not true, but I have no intention of hurting her any more than absolutely necessary. She really is the world to me and it kills me that I might have to hurt her at all. As for your concern about Ginny if I do…er…hop the twig…I know it will hurt her, but it's better than the other way around. Funny thing, Charlie told me the same thing, about her not being fragile. I like it that way. I don't know what I'd do if I had to worry about Ginny just…imploding when I'm gone. And I know the diary thing was bad. I never realized just how hard those first years were for her until recently. Really, it's a miracle she is as strong and unbreakable as she is today. At the same time, though, I get it. I know anyone, even people as strong as Ginny, can be hurt beyond repair and I really don't ever want to hurt her. I'm sorry we were so cruel to Fleur. You're right—we don't know her. I know I'd be pissed if someone was mean to Ginny like that, and what we did wasn't fair. And you're right—it is impossible to intentionally harm her. It's hard to even think about it.
Okay. I'm just going to stop and leave it there. It's getting far too mushy for either of us, and Gin would kill me if she knew I was talking like this. Well, have a good day and have fun with Fleur. Don't be too overprotective.
Oh, and I'm glad its not an eight-year-old crush for her. It's not an eight-year-old crush for me either.
Best Regards,
Harry
A/N: So, I decided to sit down today and write this story. I will do my very best to update this story again soon until I am through with all of the brothers. I know this is a lot like Charlie's letter, but they are both kind of mature. I suspect the twins and Percy's will be funnier. In other news, I have discovered that this story is a bit rubbish. I might go through and edit, but I'm sorry for the awful grammar and loose plotline presented in preceding chapters. Oh, and the internet said that "hop the twig" was a British expression for dying. I don't know if this is accurate, but I didn't know if British people used "kick the bucket" or "bite the big one" or similar phrases. If any of you are left and actually feel like reviewing, you can answer the question following question if you want to. You should by no means feel obligated to answer it if you don't want to, it just helps me get over reviewing awkwardness when people have a question for me to answer. So, without further ado, What is my new cat's name (Hint: It's a Harry Potter character) Next chapter will be dedicated to whomever, if anyone, is still reading this.
Best wishes and DFTBA,
emmagraceling