49Hiya, thanks for the responses to the first chapter. I enjoyed reading them, even if I only replied this afternoon. As a reward for your patience you can have another chapter!
Thank you very much for reading, as always, and I hope you enjoy this next instalment
Thanks to StephanieO for pointing out my spelling and grammar mistakes, and keeping me grounded and to LunaBeth203 for insisting I keep my promises… Happy? :D
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Chapter 2 – 1st September 1998They'd been inseparable all summer and Ginny hugged Harry fiercely before tugging herself away to board the train, but not before he saw a single tear roll down her cheek. Once she was ensconced in a carriage with Hermione, they both sat at the window and waved to Harry, Ron dawdling over to stand silently and stoically beside him.
All four of them waved until they were all out of sight.
Harry felt dejected, but returned to The Burrow at Molly's suggestion. Lunch was a quiet affair and afterwards Harry dragged himself up to Ron's attic room, dropping himself unceremoniously onto the camp bed; a rustling noise catching his attention as he did so, Harry shuffled about a bit and reached underneath him to grab at the parchment envelope, with Ginny's neat script staining the otherwise perfect stationary.
He stared at her writing a while; his mind filled with memories of the summer: talking into the early hours of the night and having to be reminded to go to bed by Molly or Arthur, walking through the village, talking, playing Quidditch and talking. They had done so much talking, caught up on so much from the past year, and more besides, it was difficult to comprehend what more she had to tell him.
Curiosity got the better of him and he tore the envelope open.
Harry James Potter, get off your sorry arse, this instant!
Yes, I know you're missing me; yes, I know you're sad about having only Ron for company between now and Christmas; and yes, I know you're sat on your camp bed right now, moping.
I miss you too; Ron's your problem now, and let's face it, you are moping!
Now, I want you to go downstairs, grab your broom from the cupboard and go fly around the paddock like we did yesterday. Then I want you to read one of those books Kingsley lent you, he said they'd help you when you start next week and then I want you to go check up on George for me.
By the time you get home tonight, there'll be another letter waiting for you, and not just because I love you – though I do.
With all my love, always
Ginny
xxx
Harry smiled, and then got up from his bed.