The Second Letter.

The second letter arrived exactly a week later and again it was Hermione who picked it up first. She looked at it sadly and the hope that Ron would forget about the writer, washed away. Ron had been more distant over the last week, ever since the first letter had come. He had still held her and kissed her but something was different about it. She carried the letter into the kitchen where Ron sat as he did every Saturday morning, drinking tea. He didn't look up as Hermione entered, his eyes stayed firmly on the table and only closed when Hermione placed the letter down in front of him and left the room.

Ron stared at the letter for a moment. He wasn't sure he wanted to read it. Slowly he picked up the envelope and opened it…

Dear Ronald Weasley,

I'm glad you are reading this. After sending my first letter I wasn't sure whether you would even read them but I sent them anyway, just in case. I talked about our first year in my last letter and now I move onto second year.

As soon as the feast started on the first night of the year I noticed you weren't there. Then I noticed Harry wasn't either. I could see Hermione Granger looking worried. I wasn't worried, though I did wonder where you could be. When I overheard some Hufflepuff girls talking about your flying car entrance the next morning, I couldn't help but smile.

It was on the third night of the year that I had the most terrible dream. A dream I knew instantly was not just the nightmare of a child, it was a vision. They often come to me in my sleep, when I am least in control of my own mind. This dream was scary, scarier than any other I have ever had. Scary enough for me to flee to Dumbledore's study when morning came and the darkness seeped away. As I stood at his door my palms were sweating but looking down at them I could see I was ghostly pale.

"Miss Horowitz?" Dumbledore spoke gently as the door to his study opened to reveal him sitting at his desk. He seemed to register the look on my face and I turn his own face mimicked it. "You better come in."

I told him my dream and the more I told the further his face fell. When I had finished he thought for a moment then looked at me "Your parents had said your gift was great." A small smile seemed to play on his lips though his eyes were filled with worry and sadness. "In your dream, did you happen to see where the chamber was? Or how it was opened?" Dumbledore asked. I shook my head slowly and again Dumbledore thought. "Do you perhaps think you could take a look?" That was the question I hated most in life. Can you See this? Can you just…? I shook my head and my heart tinged with guilt I left the room I was late for double herbology. You were in that class with me Ronald. How could I stand to look at you knowing that I could have stopped your sister getting hurt, if only I had been brave and taken a look? Seen how you got into the chamber? Maybe then Dumbledore could have destroyed the creacher that sleep there before it hurt anyone and I deeply regret my decision that day.

As I walked into the greenhouse I apologized for my lateness and went to join the rest of the Slytherins on the left side of the long table. I doubt you could hear the things being said to me as I tried to find a place at the table, not through your earmuffs and not over the piercing screams of the mandrake. "You can't sit here I might catch your crazy… No thanks I'm not dying next…" I don't understand it really; I had known most of those children since I had been tiny. All the pureblood children had known each other forever. I had only ever predicted a death once and I had been right, I guess I had just scared them away and when children get scared they get mean. I walked on to the very end of the bench, my head down I looked at the floor. I could feel eyes on me and I blinked away tears and looked up to find they were your eyes. You looked at me curiously and I couldn't help but think you knew. You knew I had refused to save your sister from possible death, it was a crazy idea really, how could you possibly know?

You did the thing I least expected then, you smiled. A kind of lopsided, confusion filled smile but a smile none the less and that smile mad me fell stronger, hopeful even.

"I should have checked here first." It was a few weeks later and the school was scared. The second of the attacks had happened yesterday. "I told you before that you shouldn't sit there. You could fall and…" I interrupted you by looking at you. I knew my eyes were red and my face was stained with tears, I most certainly looked a mess. "Would that be so bad?" I asked "Would falling… jumping from this window be so bad?" Shocked registered on your face but disappeared quickly to be replaced with blankness. "Well, yeah." You shrugged "I'd miss you." I looked at you with disbelief and wiped my face with the sleeve of my robe. Taking the deepest breath I could take I pushed the bad thoughts away and changed the conversation. "Where are your friends?" I asked, you seemed to understand my need for a change in topic so you answered as if I hadn't just suggested jumping from a window. "Harry's got Quidditch practice and Hermione's in the library." I frowned a little. "Is that where you're going then? To the library?" You smiled at me again, and shook your head "Nah, I was looking for you. Hermione's alright but when she gets into doing homework and studying she can be a right nightmare. Your fun and… well I like talking to you, felt bad we didn't talk much last year." I smiled then, the first real smile in what seemed like forever. I hopped off the windowsill. "Well then where to Mr Weasley?" I asked though in the back of my mind I could still hear the guilt roaring "You could have stopped this! What if things change and his sister dies down there? You could have saved her, could have stopped it all!" We spent the rest of the evening together, talking mostly, about little things that had little importance, about big things that seemed little once we said them. Everything… Not quite everything. You made me promise to meet you at the windowsill every Thursday after dinner but I wasn't allowed to sit on it, I wasn't even to look out of it. I promised.

Months passed and I knew the attack on Hermione Granger was coming and that she hadn't figured out what was going on yet. I was in the library when I saw her reading through a book, one taken from the pile that was stacked neatly beside her. It took me only moments to find the right page of the right book quickly I scribbled down a single word at the bottom of the page 'pipes' and without thinking I snapped the book shut and threw it at her, I don't know whether it hit her or not, I'd ran before she could see me. I'd hoped so much that she'd figure it out, I knew a page in a book and a scribbled word weren't much to go on but Granger was smart I knew she'd figure out its importance. Hours later I heard about the attack and how she now lay in the hospital wing, petrified.

It was strange laying in bed when I knew you were in the chamber facing things I may not have Seen. There was no way I could sleep, no way I could even breath till I knew you, Harry and Ginny were all safe. That nothing had change the future I had seen and that everything was well.

My eyes were heavy at breakfast the next morning but I wouldn't let them close, not till I had seen you walk through the door, alive. Sure everyone was talking about how you had survived but until I saw it with my own eyes I couldn't believe it.

Relief flooded throughout my body when you and Harry entered the great hall. Your eyes scanned the hall till they found mine and you gave me a lopsided grin. How I wanted to run to you. Hug you, prove that you were real… but I couldn't. We'd agreed on our last meeting that our friendship was special and secret and that if that were to change it just wouldn't be the same.

The petrified patients were cured in time for the last feast of the school year and the whole hall seemed to stop when Granger entered. I had never experienced jealousy before but I couldn't help thinking how I preferred her as a cat, tail and whiskers included.

I realize my decisions during this year may give you reason to hate me, if you don't already but I beg you to understand that a frightened twelve year old girl had never meant to cause any trouble for anyone, never meant for anyone to be in danger or hurt. Never meant to be able to see things that were yet to come.

Till next time.

All My Love,

Jessica Olivia Horowitz

Ron gently placed the letter on the table and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. He studied the paper carefully finding each tear stain, to anyone they would be unnoticeable but to Ron they were like lakes. He wanted to hate her for putting Ginny in danger that could have been avoided but he couldn't. For all he knew, these letters were some sick joke; someone new had found out about Jess and had decided to be cruel. The more he tried to convince him self the less he believed it. The writing was too much like hers not to be her own. The story was too eccentric for it to be made up without at least a little truth and they knew too much of what was true to have not lived it themselves. "Hermione." Ron called and stood from his chair. Hermione entered the kitchen and Ron kissed her deeply, it was a kiss full of need and longing but it was not full of the passion it had once known and if he could feel it, so could Hermione.

Sorry for my lack of chapters on this story. I have had severe writer's block for the past few months and didn't have a clue as to what to write. I hope you enjoyed the second letter and I hope you will rate and review. Review keep me happy and also give me the push I need to write new chapters. I am sorry if I have any of the books/movies plots wrong, it's been a while since I read the books so I'm hoping i'm not too far away from what actually happened, obviously this will not be completely canon as I have added a completely new character into the story so that will change thing, maybe just a little, most likely a lot. Thanks for reading, please rate and review - WeWereJustChildren.