Summary: A series of letters sent between Ginny and Harry during her seventh year at Howarts. Fun and fluffy!

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and all the characters are property of JK Rowling.

Author's Notes: This is a companion piece to my other story, Ginny Weasley and Her Heart's Desire, but you don't have to read that story to enjoy this one

Chapter One - September

September 1, 1998

Dear Harry,

The train just left King's Cross and I miss you already. Do you miss me? I hope so. I don't know how I am going to stand not seeing you until October, Halloween probably! That seems so far away.

What did you and Ron do after we left? You have to tell me if he said anything idiotic. I promise I won't tell Hermione. Oh, and don't let him give you a hard time. If he does, let me know and I will take care of him. Besides, I saw him grab Hermione's bum at the station when he thought no one was looking, so we have that we can use against him. How come you didn't grab mine? You'll have to make up for that the next time you see me, and you can't use the excuse about being embarrassed. That will never wash with me since it was you who decided to snog me in front of the entire Gryffindor House the first time.

Okay, the snack trolley just came by, and what I am about to tell you will probably upset you to no end, but I think you should know. I bought a Chocolate Frog and guess whose picture was on the card? Yours! I think it was Fate that the first card I get for my final year at Hogwarts is you. I am taking it as a good omen, so don't be too upset and embarrassed about it, alright? I thought you should be warned in case you happen across one. Now you are prepared. Besides, you know Ron eats those like they are going to stop making them or something, so you are bound to come across one eventually.

Well, we made it through the welcome feast without any incidents, except that Luna decided to sit with us at the Gryffindor table. That caused quite a stir at first, but then several other students took her cue and sat with their friends from other houses as well. You would have loved it. That's a really good sign too, don't you think? Of course, the Slytherins had nothing to do with the mingling, but that isn't surprising. They had the smallest sorting of all, I think six all total. What do you think about that?

Professor Slughorn has already sent out invitations for his first meeting of the Slug Club. He asked me to tell you to be on the look out for an invitation to his Christmas party, and that he expects you to attend. He's not the only one, so unless you have a really good reason (which I can't think of any) you'd better get your dress robes out now and see that they are pressed.

Well, I'd better get to bed. Hermione is already nagging me about not staying up too late and revising. We haven't even begun classes yet, Harry. How did you and Ron put up with it all these years? Any advice you have would be greatly appreciated.

September 2, 1998

I was going to mail this right after breakfast, but what a surprise it was when I received a letter from you and an owl! She's beautiful! I can only imagine how hard it was for you. If you need to write me about it, I hope you will.

I named her Alithea. I hope you like it. She seemed pleased with her new name, so even if you don't, I doubt we can change it now. I think Hermione was kind of jealous that Ron didn't send her anything, so you might want to drop a hint or two his way that he'd better send her a poem or something.

I also mentioned about Fawkes to Hermione and she huffed and puffed, as I am sure you knew she would, but then said she would look into it. I think what you said to him should suffice, but maybe you should give him some extra treats and ruffle his feathers the way he likes for good measure.

Well, I should really go now. I'm in Double Potions at the moment, and we are supposed to be copying down the ingredients for Polyjuice Potion. Of course, we all already know how to do that, but Hermione is copying them down anyway; as if she's never brewed it before and keeps sending me 'the look'. I'm sure you know the one.

I really wish you were here. I miss you more today than yesterday.

Love always,

Ginny

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September 5, 1998

Dear Ginny,

Yes, I miss you, a lot. The Burrow is really quiet without you. Not that I am saying you are loud or anything. I suppose since you got Alithea (I like the name) you know what Ron and I did after you and Hermione left. We spent most of the day in Diagon Alley purchasing what we would need for our Auror classes. It's very strange to be going to the Ministry every day to attend classes. Did you know we have to actually work in the Auror's Office as well while we are training? I hadn't thought about that, but I suppose it makes sense. I think Ron and I are going to be busier than we anticipated.

So, while we were in Diagon Alley, we stopped into Quality Quidditch Supplies and I saw that a book called Outstanding Quidditch Plays Throughout the Ages coming out later this year. I thought you might be interested and was wondering if you would like it for Christmas?

Thanks for letting me know about the Chocolate Frogs. I'm not thrilled; it's not like I've done anything outstanding like Professor Dumbledore or created a life-saving potion or something. I wish everyone would just leave it, but I suppose that's too much to ask for. I am glad you liked it and thought it was a good thing. Use it for a bookmark or something.

I think Luna is bloody fantastic and I wish I had been there to see everyone's faces when she sat at our table.

You can't see it, but I am making a face about having to attend another one of Professor Slughorn's parties. I thought I was done with all of that. I suppose that was too much to hope for. I'll go, but only because you will be there, and you have to promise to help me avoid him as much as possible.

It sounds like you are already getting a good dose of Hermione. If she was really going off, I tended to tune her out. It invariably made her angry, but worked for a time. Plus, I had the added benefit of Ron being there, and she usually focused most of her aggression on him. I suppose we both know the reason for that now, although I'd like to think it was also because I was the better student and didn't need as much molly-coddling. Don't tell Ron I said that.

Oh, and he's been fine. He's too busy mooning over Hermione at the moment. I honestly don't think he was paying too much attention to us at the station, anyway. Your mum was though and was crying a bit about 'her babies are all grown up' before she admonished Ron for grabbing Hermione's bum for everyone to see. Your mum was watching us like a hawk the entire time. You may not have noticed her, but I did, and I may be dense, but even I know better than to try anything in front of your mother. I'll make up for it later, I promise.

Alright, I should go. We have to get up early tomorrow and report in at five am! Wish us luck with that.

I miss you more than you miss me.

Love always,

Harry

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September 9, 1998

Dear Harry,

Are you kidding me? You're scared of my mother! Unbelievable! I'll forgive you this time, but you'd better man up because you know full well that I have a really large family and invariably someone is going to be around at some point. Besides, I'll protect you from anyone who tries to take the mickey out on you. If they want to get to you, they'll have to go through me, and trust me, NONE of brothers want to do that. As for Mum, give her some credit – it's not like she doesn't know what goes on. She did have seven kids, Harry!

Did you even have to ask me about the Quidditch book? Of course I want it! I'll be looking for it at Christmas, so don't forget!

Harry, you really are dense! What do you mean you didn't do anything like Professor Dumbledore?! I like that your accomplishments haven't gone to your head, but honestly! I told Hermione what you said and she rolled her eyes.

We had Quidditch try-outs today. Can I just say – ugh? Replacing you and Ron was a nightmare. I kept everybody else the same since no one came out of the woodwork that was any better or blew my socks off. Dean and Demelza will be my fellow chasers, and Ritchie and Jimmy are back as beaters. This fifth year, Kevin Koonce proved to be a fair keeper, and I placed a second year as the seeker. She isn't nearly as good as you were in your second year, but she was better than anyone else who tried out. How come you never wanted to try to play Quidditch professionally? You were awfully good at it, you know.

There is no way you miss me more than I miss you because…

I miss you more today than yesterday!

Love always,

Ginny

PS – Is Ron still mooning over Hermione? And why aren't you mooning over me? He barely mentioned you in the letter he finally sent to Hermione, but went on and on about how he didn't know how he was going survive without her. Blech! It was enough to make me vomit. I don't read your mushy parts to her! Wait a minute, there weren't any in your last letter. Where's my mush, Harry? Remember, I have a wand and I know how to use it.

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September 15, 1998

Dear Ginny,

Sorry it took me so long to write back. Robards made all the new trainees shadow an Auror all weekend and placed us on call. It was awful. I think I may have gotten about five hours sleep all total. Kingsley failed to mention any of this when he was sending out those recruitment letters. I can't imagine why.

Ron and I are thinking of getting a flat closer to the Ministry. What do you think about that? It's nice living at The Burrow and having your mum dote on us, but we thought it might be easier, since our hours are so random. I came home the other night, or morning I should say, around 4 am and nearly gave your mum a heart attack when I stumbled out of the Floo and knocked over a floor lamp. I need to work on that.

Speaking of your mother, I am not scared of her. I have no issue with standing up to her, but I have no desire to test her limits. Like I said, I am not completely daft. She sees me in a good light, and I'd like to keep it that way.

And did you have to mention about your mum having seven kids? Do you know what images that put in my head and none of them were good, so thanks for that! If your mum had any idea what I dreamed about you the other night, she would probably hex me into oblivion, seven kids or not. Have I mentioned that I miss you, a lot? When's your first Hogsmeade visit? Let me know so I can make sure to get out of whatever torture Robards has planned for us.

Sorry, Gin, but I'm falling asleep writing this, so I'd better go.

I love you to the moon and back and definitely miss you more than you miss me.

Love always,

Harry

PS – Sorry, no mush. The next time I write you I'll try harder.

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September 19, 1998

Dear Harry,

Ha! If talking about my mum and dad and seven kids put 'thoughts' into your head, then mission accomplished. By the way, you can't just tell me you had a dream about me and then not give me details. What did you dream about?

Tell you what, I'll tell you about the dream I had the other night and maybe that will help you overcome your shyness. (Which I think is really cute, by the way.)

Remember when we snuck into Professor Trelawney's classroom that one time? That's a really good memory of mine, and my dream picked up where we left off. It was so real I could actually feel your hands in my hair, Harry. Have I ever mentioned how much I love it when you run your hands in my hair? Well, I do, a lot. Anyway, your hands were in my hair and you were kissing me on my neck behind my ear. That always sends shivers down my spine. I'm feeling them now just thinking about it. Oh, how I wish you were here. I'd drag you straight up to the North Tower. When I woke up I was so disappointed it was only a dream and that I had woken up in the first place before anything else happened. I want to know what happens next.

Please write me soon!

I miss you so much more today than yesterday.

Love always,

Ginny

PS – I think you and Ron getting your own place would be brilliant and Hermione agrees.

PSS – Hermione says what you wrote about missing me to the moon and back is from a Muggle children's' book, Harry! You're going to have to try harder than that!

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September 23, 1998

Dear Ginny,

I remember the North Tower very well, and it's one of my best memories ever. That and kissing you for the first time, second time, third time, and every time really.

In my dream we were by the pond at The Burrow. I know it has always been one of your favorite spots and it's one of mine now as well. Mainly because of the times we spent there. Remember the day we spent under the tree? I dreamed about that day. You looked so beautiful with your hair rippling down your back. You had, erm, unbuttoned your blouse and it had slipped off your shoulders.

Bugger, Ron just came in and asked me why I was blushing all alone in my room. Then he saw your letter and that I was replying and well, the stream of words he spouted doesn't need to be repeated. I'm sure you can imagine. Of course, he ended it all with his patented 'I don't need to know!' and stormed out.

Did your mother ever wash his mouth out with soap for that kind of language? I remember once when I was around seven, I suppose, I yelled out 'bloody hell' when Dudley tackled me and was sitting on me doing his usual pummeling. My aunt turned the brightest shade of puce, hauled me off to the loo, and shoved a bar of soap in my mouth. I thought that'd be the end of it, but apparently it's not normal for a child to burp bubbles afterwards and my aunt accused me of doing it on purpose to spite her and locked me in the cupboard. I suppose that is another case of accidental magic I didn't know about at the time. And I was joking about your mother doing the same to Ron. I wouldn't wish that on anybody, it was disgusting.

I'd better go and make sure he's calmed down. We're supposed to look at flats tomorrow. I think your mum is trying to talk us out of it with food. She made steak and kidney pie and treacle tart for supper.

I miss you more than you miss me.

Love always,

Harry

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September 26, 1998

Dear Harry,

Please don't get too upset, but I sent ten dung bombs to your aunt this morning. After what you said in your last letter about her washing your mouth out with soap and then locking you in the cupboard because of some accidental magic. Well, I'm sorry, but I just could not let that go. I only wish I could be there when the ten owls show up and drop the bombs on her head. I hope your uncle and cousin are there too, so they get a good dose as well. I know you and your cousin are sort of on the mend, but I think he deserves some retaliation for all the torture he put you through.

I have to go, we have Quiddtich practice and I still need to revise for Transfiguration as well as Defence.

September 27, 1999

Oh, my am I in it now. You should have heard the Howler my mum sent me about the dung bombs! It was worth it though and the whole Gryffindor table was on the floor laughing. She yelled at me for a good ten minutes about how my father had to go to your aunt's house and sort it all out. She said I should have thought about that before sending the owls and how my poor father may have had to deal with those horrible people. She then apologized to you, even though you aren't even here for calling your relatives horrible.

I thought that would be the end of it, but then Professor McGonagall called me into her office and gave me a week's worth of detention for using school owls to harass unsuspecting Muggles, and breaching the secrecy act. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and told her that your aunt and uncle are not unsuspecting Muggles since they know all about magic and that they deserved it. You won't believe what she said! She agreed with me and told me that my detention would be to have tea and biscuits with her every evening before bed! How about that?! Tonight's my first one and I can't wait. I hope they are chocolate biscuits.

I received a lecture from Hermione, as well, but I don't need to bore you with all the details. She told me I should have thought about you and how this would affect you. I hope you didn't get into trouble too! I hadn't thought about that until she brought it up. Are you in trouble? You'd better tell me, because I will find out one way or the other. If you are in trouble, I hope you aren't mad at me. You know how I get when I am seeing red, and you're the only one who can usually stop me from doing something rash. Not that I am making excuses. Oh, I really hope you aren't in trouble.

I really miss you more today than yesterday.

Love always,

Ginny

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September 30, 1998

Dear Ginny,

You're bloody brilliant, you know that right? Your dad asked me if I knew what you had been up to, but I had no idea what he was talking about. When he explained to me about the dung bomb incident at my aunt's house I nearly rolled on the floor in laughter. After I was able to collect myself, I offered to go with him to help smooth things over, but he assured me he was capable of handling it on his own. I'm sure my uncle had a few choice words to say to him, since the last time your dad went round their house, he destroyed their electric fireplace.

Don't worry, I wasn't in trouble. I would have liked to have been there myself. Williamson was the Auror called out to handle 'the situation' along with your dad, and he was kind enough to take a picture of my aunt covered in dung, strictly for evidence, of course. I'm sending you a copy. Sorry, Dudley wasn't there. He's actually away at college!

Thanks for caring about me so much that you'd risk getting in trouble for me.

I definitely miss you more than you miss me.

Love always,

Harry

TBC