December 20th, 1991
The Burrow
"Mum, Mum, letters from the others, Mum!" shouted 10-year-old Ginny Weasley. She bounced up and down with a stack of letters. Ginny had been untying all the letters from the boys since she was old enough to untie letters, which is to say, since five years ago. Mrs. Weasley called, "Bring it to the table, the cake will be done in a few minutes anyway." Ginny skipped down from her room to the table. She pulled up a chair for her mother, and another for herself, and plonked down. Her brothers sent letters to her mother to the front door, and letters for her to her room. Her mother had no idea of the letters that were sent to Ginny. They were too - er - hazardous.
Mrs Weasley came, wearing an apron and baking gloves, holding a chocolate cake in a tin. She kept the cake on the table and sat down next to Ginny. "Let's see it then. After this, we'll have to start packing."
Bill and Charlie wrote about stuff like, "work was fine, _ was a jerk" but Ginny knew their true tales of adventure were currently on her desk. Percy wrote boring stuff, like " 'first/second year was (insert verb) (insert adverb/noun) and I did (insert punishment).' '_ questioned authority! GASP!' blah blah blah" Fred and George wrote in their letters to their mother "Both of us did _ today, (insert more instances of good behaviour)". Ginny knew better and wondered what they had done. Then, finally, came Ron's letters. Ron's letters to Mum were about his friends and his studies. Ron's letters to Ginny were about that, but talked about the annoying people and mean teachers, the silly antics, and his adventure that started on the day he and his friends found a three-headed dog. He seemed quite happy. He never wrote letters that happy. Ginny presumed it was because of his new friend, Harry Potter. Ron wrote quite a lot of him in his letters. Suddenly, a line caught her eye
"Mum, look!"
Mrs Weasley looked down at the paper and her eyebrows went quite high. She pursed her lips and trotted to her room, probably going to her knitting kit. Ginny read the line again, checking if she had read it right.
It said
"You know, mum, Harry said the oddest thing today. He said that he probably won't get presents this year. Could you send him some fudge?"
Ginny went up to her room, past her neatly packed suitcase. She walked to her desk, and read her brother's letters.
Bill and Charlie had dangerous adventures, Fred and George had silly pranks, and Ron had quite a bit.
First off, Snape was still a jerk and probably trying to kill Harry. McGonagall was still super strict. They had figured out that Fluffy was guarding the Philosopher's Stone. There was something about Nicholas Flamel. But Ron asked if Ginny could draw something for Harry. Ginny read that Harry didn't seem to have gotten many presents on Christmas. Ginny put the letters to the side and got out her biggest sketchbook. She took the picture she had of Hogwarts, and also her pencils. Taking out an HB, Ginny Weasley started on a Christmas present for the boy who made her brother so happy.