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Harry laid in bed staring at the ceiling. He hadn't really moved from this spot since he had arrived at the Dursley's the day before yesterday. He hadn't even had the will power to go downstairs to get himself something to eat. It didn't matter though, he wasn't hungry and the Dursley's wouldn't notice or care if he starved to death, they were perfectly happy to have him never leave his room so they could all pretend he wasn't even in the house.
But Harry was happy to be ignored because he never wanted to leave this room, in fact he never wanted to leave this spot on the bed. If he did he might have to think and he didn't want to think about what had happened, he didn't want to think about his actions had caused the death of his Godfather, he didn't want to think about Voldemort, and he really didn't want to think about the prophecy that was to be his destiny. He was numb and all he wanted to think about was how the stain on the ceiling looked like a bunny rabbit eating an ice cream cone.
In the middle of contemplating whether he should name the ice cream eating bunny Harry heard a tapping at the window. He sighed because he knew it was an owl and he wasn't ready to rejoin the rest of the world, even if was only through mail. With another audible sigh he swung his legs over the side of his bed and shuffled over to the window to let the bird in.
It was Pig and he was carrying three letters and a small package. After Harry relieved him of his cargo, Pig fluttered around the room took a drink of water, after a disapproving hoot from Hedwig of course, took the treat that Harry offered and took off back out the window. Harry watched Pig until he was no more than a little speak on the horizon and sat down to read his mail.
He could tell by the neat script on the envelope that the first letter was from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
I hope that you made it to the Dursley's safely and in one piece. I also hope that after the warning they received that the Dursley's don't give you a hard time this summer. My parents had to go see my aunt, who was apparently having some kind of emergency in Italy (she moved there a few years ago), so I am staying with the Weasley's in the meantime. So, if you want to talk/write or otherwise get a hold of me, you'll know where to reach me. I know what you must be going through and I want you to know that it's not your fault. Nobody blames you so you shouldn't blame yourself. Its okay to be sad and to mourn, but please don't torture yourself. I know that Sirius would not want...
Hermione went on in much the same way for another six inches and as this was exactly he didn't want to want to hear or think about right now, Harry put the letter aside and picked up the second. It was from Ron.
Hey Harry,
I know that Hermione is writing you to, so you probably already know that she is here with us at you know where. Mum thought that we would all be safer here after what happened. I hope the Dursley's aren't to awful, has Dudley gotten fatter? So, I asked Dad if you could come over now, but he said Dumbledore said you can't yet but I promise that I'll keep bugging them until they cave.
Ron
At least Ron didn't mention Sirius or ask him to talk, Harry thought to himself. He stared out the window for a minute before he remembered the third letter and the package and he wondered who they were from. He picked up the letter but he didn't recognize the handwriting automatically as he had with Ron and Hermione's letters, he opened it up and was surprised to see it was from Ginny. But he didn't know why Ron's little sister was writing him.
Harry~
Your probably wondering why I'm writing you but I wanted to send you some of the cookies Mum baked last night...
Well that answered that question Harry thought as he glanced at the package he had tossed on the desk. He opened it and started to munch idly as he continued to read.
...as I'm sure the Dursley's don't have anything close to this good. They're Snickerdoodles, my personal favorite so I thought you might enjoy soom too. Hermione just got here this morning and she's already fought with Ron, twice. So, to find some peace and quiet I have been exploring the backyard. It's really much larger then you would think. I'm writing to you from up in a tree actually, there is a great little knot hole to put my ink in. So I thought you might get bored being all by yourself and all so here's a riddle. How do you make a tissue dance? Try to figure it out and get back to me okay? Oh and on the second piece of parchment I thought we might play a game of hang man. Guess a letter and send it back and I'll fill it in and send it back to you...
Harry looked and sure enough there was another page with Ginny's hidden message "_/ _ _/ _ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _ _ _"
Hope to hear from you soon.
Always~
Ginny
Harry smiled to himself as he imagined Ginny sitting in a tree with her quill, ink and parchment trying to think of a hang man message. He was then taken aback and found himself feeling a little guilty when he caught himself smiling. As he sat down to reply to his letters he grabbed another cookie. Since he knew that Ron and Hermione were together he decided to write them a joint letter. He didn't know what to say, he didn't really want to say anything but he knew they would worry if he didn't reply.
Dear Ron and Hermione-
I'm fine don't worry. Ron, yes Dudley has gotten fatter. Hermione, don't worry about the Dursley's I haven't even seen them since I got here. And guys don't worry about bugging Dumbledore I'm thinking that I might just stay here at the Dursley's all summer.
Harry
He knew they were not going to be happy with his reply but he couldn't find it within himself to write more. He was not going to write about what he knew they wanted him to write about. He wasn't ready to talk about Sirius or what happened that night in the Department of Mysteries and at this point he felt like he never would be. But he didn't want to think about that, instead he took on the much less upsetting task of answering Ginny's letter.
Dear Ginny-
I don't know, how do you make a tissue dance?...
A/N Hey guys this is my first fic so I would really appreciate any kind of input or ideas that you guys might have. I love reviews and they make me update faster. Thanks!!!
Also I know this chapter is short but theu get way longer and I am just getting started so keep on the lookout for updates!!!!
Harry laid in bed staring at the ceiling. He hadn't really moved from this spot since he had arrived at the Dursley's the day before yesterday. He hadn't even had the will power to go downstairs to get himself something to eat. It didn't matter though, he wasn't hungry and the Dursley's wouldn't notice or care if he starved to death, they were perfectly happy to have him never leave his room so they could all pretend he wasn't even in the house.
But Harry was happy to be ignored because he never wanted to leave this room, in fact he never wanted to leave this spot on the bed. If he did he might have to think and he didn't want to think about what had happened, he didn't want to think about his actions had caused the death of his Godfather, he didn't want to think about Voldemort, and he really didn't want to think about the prophecy that was to be his destiny. He was numb and all he wanted to think about was how the stain on the ceiling looked like a bunny rabbit eating an ice cream cone.
In the middle of contemplating whether he should name the ice cream eating bunny Harry heard a tapping at the window. He sighed because he knew it was an owl and he wasn't ready to rejoin the rest of the world, even if was only through mail. With another audible sigh he swung his legs over the side of his bed and shuffled over to the window to let the bird in.
It was Pig and he was carrying three letters and a small package. After Harry relieved him of his cargo, Pig fluttered around the room took a drink of water, after a disapproving hoot from Hedwig of course, took the treat that Harry offered and took off back out the window. Harry watched Pig until he was no more than a little speak on the horizon and sat down to read his mail.
He could tell by the neat script on the envelope that the first letter was from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
I hope that you made it to the Dursley's safely and in one piece. I also hope that after the warning they received that the Dursley's don't give you a hard time this summer. My parents had to go see my aunt, who was apparently having some kind of emergency in Italy (she moved there a few years ago), so I am staying with the Weasley's in the meantime. So, if you want to talk/write or otherwise get a hold of me, you'll know where to reach me. I know what you must be going through and I want you to know that it's not your fault. Nobody blames you so you shouldn't blame yourself. Its okay to be sad and to mourn, but please don't torture yourself. I know that Sirius would not want...
Hermione went on in much the same way for another six inches and as this was exactly he didn't want to want to hear or think about right now, Harry put the letter aside and picked up the second. It was from Ron.
Hey Harry,
I know that Hermione is writing you to, so you probably already know that she is here with us at you know where. Mum thought that we would all be safer here after what happened. I hope the Dursley's aren't to awful, has Dudley gotten fatter? So, I asked Dad if you could come over now, but he said Dumbledore said you can't yet but I promise that I'll keep bugging them until they cave.
Ron
At least Ron didn't mention Sirius or ask him to talk, Harry thought to himself. He stared out the window for a minute before he remembered the third letter and the package and he wondered who they were from. He picked up the letter but he didn't recognize the handwriting automatically as he had with Ron and Hermione's letters, he opened it up and was surprised to see it was from Ginny. But he didn't know why Ron's little sister was writing him.
Harry~
Your probably wondering why I'm writing you but I wanted to send you some of the cookies Mum baked last night...
Well that answered that question Harry thought as he glanced at the package he had tossed on the desk. He opened it and started to munch idly as he continued to read.
...as I'm sure the Dursley's don't have anything close to this good. They're Snickerdoodles, my personal favorite so I thought you might enjoy soom too. Hermione just got here this morning and she's already fought with Ron, twice. So, to find some peace and quiet I have been exploring the backyard. It's really much larger then you would think. I'm writing to you from up in a tree actually, there is a great little knot hole to put my ink in. So I thought you might get bored being all by yourself and all so here's a riddle. How do you make a tissue dance? Try to figure it out and get back to me okay? Oh and on the second piece of parchment I thought we might play a game of hang man. Guess a letter and send it back and I'll fill it in and send it back to you...
Harry looked and sure enough there was another page with Ginny's hidden message "_/ _ _/ _ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _/ _ _ _ _ _"
Hope to hear from you soon.
Always~
Ginny
Harry smiled to himself as he imagined Ginny sitting in a tree with her quill, ink and parchment trying to think of a hang man message. He was then taken aback and found himself feeling a little guilty when he caught himself smiling. As he sat down to reply to his letters he grabbed another cookie. Since he knew that Ron and Hermione were together he decided to write them a joint letter. He didn't know what to say, he didn't really want to say anything but he knew they would worry if he didn't reply.
Dear Ron and Hermione-
I'm fine don't worry. Ron, yes Dudley has gotten fatter. Hermione, don't worry about the Dursley's I haven't even seen them since I got here. And guys don't worry about bugging Dumbledore I'm thinking that I might just stay here at the Dursley's all summer.
Harry
He knew they were not going to be happy with his reply but he couldn't find it within himself to write more. He was not going to write about what he knew they wanted him to write about. He wasn't ready to talk about Sirius or what happened that night in the Department of Mysteries and at this point he felt like he never would be. But he didn't want to think about that, instead he took on the much less upsetting task of answering Ginny's letter.
Dear Ginny-
I don't know, how do you make a tissue dance?...
A/N Hey guys this is my first fic so I would really appreciate any kind of input or ideas that you guys might have. I love reviews and they make me update faster. Thanks!!!
Also I know this chapter is short but theu get way longer and I am just getting started so keep on the lookout for updates!!!!
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