A/N: Hello everyone! I won't be long, i just thought you should know that there will be some major bashing. Molly/Ron/Hermione/Percy/Dumbledore. Also, the only conformed pairings are Harry/Ginny, Fleur/Bill, Charlie/Tonks. In this story, Draco will be good. One more thing, if you don't like it, don't read it. Nobody is making you read my story if you don't like it, so there. Please, let me know what you think and if you can guess why Bill, Tonks and McGonagall are giving someone weird looks.

Pretty Little Owl xxxx

Contrary to common belief, Harry Potter was not stupid. He knew for a long time that he would have to face Voldemort at the end. He knew that for some reason it was up to him to finish him off. What Dumbledore told him after the Ministry fiasco, just confirmed his theory. That was why he had begun taking his health and education more seriously, in secret of course. He didn't want to tip anyone off. He was just a child after all. So, after the third task, he began running in the mornings, then he added some push-ups and sit ups in his routine. He had gone to Madam Pomfrey, in secret, and asked for her help to improve his health and endurance. She had loaded him with nutrient potions. She had told him that his most serious problem was his malnutrition. So, he took nutrient potions to repair it and, during the summer, makeup for the food he did not, eat no thanks to the Dursleys. Though, after Moody's talk, they did feed him better.

He had also began putting more effort to his studies. Not that he would admit it, but he wanted to do well in his OWLs. He wasn't sure about the Auror career, but he wanted to have as many options as possible available. He really regretted not taking Ancient Runes and Arithmacy. Of course, that did not mean that he didn't study on his own. He even took the OWLs for those plus Muggle Studies. Over the years, he had managed to build a small library. Nobody knew this, of course. During his third year, among other things, he had bought a new trunk, one with three enlarged compartments, two of which were filled with books. He had started that year, by buying some supplementary books for his courses.

Truth to be told, he was a big mess when the holidays began. He wouldn't speak, he wouldn't leave his room, he wouldn't eat, hell he spent the whole time looking at his ceiling! But then one night, he had a dream. He didn't know if it was real. He saw Sirius with his parents. He looked better than Harry could ever remember him being. They were talking about him. How proud they were and how they didn't want him moping around. They wanted him to be extraordinary. He decided to do just that. He decided to be extraordinary. And he would not waste any time or opportunity.

It was a lonely summer. The Dursleys avoided him at any cost and his two best friends had yet to write. His only company were his guards, even if he was not supposed to know they were there. His letters were obviously ignored, so he stopped sending them after the second week. It was now mid-July. He closed the book he was reading and goy up. He opened the wardrobe and took a good look at himself. The nutrient potions had really kicked in and combined with a growth sport, Harry now stood at 6'4". He was no longer scrawny, either. He had filled in nicely and his work out hat done wonders on him. He looked quite different if he was hones with himself and he quite liked it. Maybe now that he looked a bit more intimidating, people would take him seriously.

His musings were interrupted when an owl flew in, landing gracefully on his bed. He was rather surprised, as he did not recognize the bird. Maybe Ron and/or Hermione had come to their senses and sent him letters. But it didn't make much sense. Their letter should have come with either Pig or Hedwig. Maybe even Errol. Maybe the Weasleys have gotten a new owl. He took the letter from her leg and gave her an owl treat. He looked at the envelope and his face fell when he realized that he didn't recognize the handwriting.

Dear Harry,

Hello there! How are you doing? I know I am probably the last person you ever expected to write to you and that's probably my fault. At first, I was sure you didn't want to hear from me. But then, Dumbledore came over and guess what, he said that we shouldn't write to you. that we should leave you alone to deal with your grief. That you wanted to be left alone. My mother and brother, of course, readily agreed. The owls, however have been under lock and key. I don't know when I will be able to send this to you. maybe I will blackmail one of my brothers to send this from the post office.

Things here are hectic. You won't believe how much has happened since we left school. For one thing, the Headquarters have move here, at my house. The other house locked us out, after the Ministry fiasco. Percy the prat has come back. His is his usual idiotic self, of course. He is siding with my mother on everything. 'You should do as you are told, Ginevra', 'You are too young, Ginevra', 'Mother is right, Ginevra'. I swear, one of these days I am going to hex him! He is unbearable!

Fred and George moved out. They have so much work, that they have to live above the shop. At least, that's what they told mum. I know that they couldn't wait to move out for years. You might ask why. Well, Harry, you know my mum only for a few years and you haven't lived with her on a regular basis. She loves us, no doubt, but she can be too much. I mean way too much. She wants to have control over everything and that includes our lives. She wants to change us to suit her ideas of how her children should be. She will reward you if you do things as she wants, but if you don't then too bad. I mean look at Percy. When he made Prefect, she bought him new robes and a new owl. That cost almost twenty galleons. And for that, both Ron and I had to use old Family wands. Of course, Ronnie got a new wand when dad won some money the summer Sirius escaped, but since I was so stupid and got myself possessed I didn't deserve a new wand. And she really has to sort her priorities right. We spend almost all of that money to stay two months in Egypt. I mean really, we could have spent a week there and save the rest of the money for more important things, but god forbid if you question Molly Weasley. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't bother you with my problems. I'm sure you have your own to deal with. And you probably think that I am a horrible daughter for saying those things for my mother, but hey it's the truth. I swear, one more session of trying to shape me into a proper pureblood future housewife and baby machine, I will snap and start hexing!

Anyway, Bill got engaged! And you will never guess to whom! Fleur Delacour! Yep, that's right. They have been dating since the end of the tournament and he popped the question at the beginning of the summer. They stay here during the weekends, so that Fleur can get to know the family. Poor girl, really. Mum's on her case to prove that she is not worthy of her son. To tell you the truth, I didn't like her at first. I was a bit bitchy towards her. But then, I had a talk with Bill and I decided to give her a chance. And I am really glad I did so. We've become very good friends. And I have another ally when it comes to my mother's ideas, other than Bill and the twins. Charlie supports me too, but he is in Romania, so.

I know you probably don't care about any of this, but I am half convinced that you are moping in your room, so better reading my ramblings than moping around.

Moving on, Remus and Tonks are never going to be together. He blew every chance he had with her. I don't really know what happened, but I do know that Tonks has been crying and moping for days. I wish Charlie was here, they were best friends when they were at Hogwarts. When I was younger, I would imagine that he'd brought her over one day to announce that they were getting married. I mean I was six and Tonks always played with me. Don't laugh!

The most interesting thing happened last night. There was a meeting and I was at the garden. So, when the meeting was over and the Order members began to clear out, I went towards the kitchen. And I saw McGonagall, Dumbledore, my mother, Bill and Tonks arguing. When they were done, McGonagall stormed out of the kitchen, calling Dumbledore some very colorful names. When I asked her if she was okay, she said that she was fin, but would be better if she could struggle the old foul. Then she left. And she looked deadly.

I managed to get Bill to tell me what was that about. They were arguing about you. Tonks, Bill and McGonagall wanted to come and fetch you as soon as possible, but my mother and Dumbledore said that you should stay there as much as possible. Dumbledore went as far as to say that you should stay there until September. And another thing, but please don't be mad at me. You should expect an owl from the Great Headmaster telling you that he cancelled all your subscriptions to magazines and papers. I don't know what he is playing at. I will try to keep you updated if you want.

It's been a couple of days since I began this letter. The only news I have is that I got a part time job at the Twins' shop. They pay well. I can finally save up and buy my own wand! I am really excited! And maybe some new clothes. Who knows. There was another Order meeting yesterday and Bill, Tonks and McGonagall kept sending me weird looks. It was kind of freaky, to tell you the truth.

Anyway, I think I've rambled enough. I'll try to send this off on my way to work. Feel free to ignore it. I just thought you might need the distraction and the news, even if I can't tell you anything about Tom, because honestly I don't know.

Take care,

Ginny.