*NOTES* Wow I should say this is going to take longer than I thought more often. It seems that every time I do the ideas spill out more quickly. Of course this was hard for me to write because I honestly had no clue who the fourth letter of Ron's should go too. But I came to a decision. Thankfully or you would be waiting a long time for this chapter; mostly because I don't make decisions all the quickly.
I do have a couple of comments to the reviewers I honestly don't mean to make you guys cry. I actually feel kind of bad about it, but thank you for liking my story so much. Now I know that after this chapter it is going to be about a week wait for the next chapter. For the next three days will be dedicated to packing my stuff up and then I head back to college.
It was such a simple movement, reach across the table and take the top envelope. It was too simple of a movement. Yet he wanted so desperately for his arm to obey his command of movement. Get it over with, his mind screamed at him. The internal battle raged for a couple of minutes before he watched his hand slid across the table. It was almost like he was watching from a different body, but all too soon the envelope was in his grasp.
Mr. Weasley stared at the envelope for several long minutes before turning it over. He noticed that the parchment was thick and it made him think of the Hogwarts letters. "They made their own coat of arms." He said and then he ripped into the seal. Ron's handwriting met his eyes.
Dear Mum and Dad,
This morning has seen a change in roles. Hermione is getting the post and Harry is making breakfast. I on the other hand am the first to write the letters. It was decided that while we should not know what we write to the others we shall write in each others presence, if only to lend comfort to each other. As I write this Hermione has arrived with the Daily Prophet and she sits down to read it.
Merlin, I'm filling you in on useless stuff but I honestly don't know what to write. How do you write and tell someone that you might be dead? I'm scared. No I'm way past scared. I'm so past it that I can barely feel anything any more. Yet I take some comfort in knowing that I do not go in this battle alone.
It isn't even my fight. Harry looks at me as I write and I can almost sense that he knows what I am writing. He has become a lot like Dumbledore these past few months. He speaks in riddles and yet he doesn't. Everything he says seems light and full of life.
For once in my life I wish I had taken Divination more seriously. I wish I could look into a crystal ball and see what the future held. But above that I wish that I could say goodbye one last time.
When I was home for Christmas I tried to take you all in. I tried to memorize your faces and just how you smile. Mum I love you without a doubt. I want to thank you for loving and even yelling at me.
There was some incredibly stupid stuff we did in school but you didn't care. You cared about grades and good marks and whatever else. I also know that you cared about some of that stupid stuff we did. In first year when I was on the chessboard McGonagall had so wickedly transfigured I thought about how you were the one to teach me the noble art of chess.
You gave me the gift of strategy and still to this day I use that. I'm the one who has planned out all the possible battle situations. I was also the one who told Harry that fighting Voldemort at Hogwarts was the best action to take. The castle will lend us its protection when we need it most.
Mum I have to tell you that Harry makes a mean omelet. The boy can cook. He usually doesn't though. He says it reminds him too much of living with his aunt and uncle. I can understand that. Not how he feels but just the statement.
Dad I want to thank you for giving me enthusiasm for life. I still don't have a clue about how muggles live but I can tell you something a TV is wicked cool. Hermione showed me one as we went to get groceries one morning.
Hermione does the shopping and we are constantly doing things the muggle way. It kind of sucks having two best friends who grew up in the muggle world because they slip into the habit of doing the dishes that way. Harry and Hermione always do the dishes and each time they are done they are covered in soap and water. It doesn't make any sense to me but they always say that they had a bubble fight. I guess it is their way of winding down.
I don't know what else to say. For a year I have lived with these two and they seem to sometimes live in their own world. I guess maybe I have discovered to live in the muggle world. Or part of it. Dad, one morning I woke up to find Hermione using this thing called a vacuum cleaner. It just sucked the dirt right up and everything. Hermione said she had charmed it to work because there are no plugs here.
Well I am going to end this letter now because if I write much more to you it will just be putting off the inevitable of saying good bye.
I love you both,
Ronald Bilius Weasley
Arthur read his son's letter out loud and at the end he was smiling. "Did you hear that Molly a vacuum cleaner? Wow!" Molly smiled up at her husband. Ron was right what do you say when you know you might die. It seemed to put things into perspective if she was expecting something, anything, else she knew she wasn't going to get it. She got her goodbye but it didn't help much. It didn't ease the pain any and she knew that even if he had said it face to face it wouldn't have helped.
"So who is the next one addressed to?" Fred piped up as he looked to the next letter. His hand snatched it from the pile and he read the scrawl of Ron's handwriting, "Siblings. Wow he does grab your attention with a title like that. So who wants to read it?" He waved the letter around for everyone to see.
It took a minute but finally Charlie spoke up and said he would. "That's the spirit," Fred responded glad the weight was off of him.
Dear Bill and Fleur,
We don't know each other do we, big brother? I guess it could be the age difference or something like that. For as long as I can remember you have been the coolest older brother I have. The curse breaker who works in Egypt. And with five older brothers that is saying something. And now you have gone and up-ed the status of coolness by marrying Fleur.
She is wonderful and I hope the two of you are as happy as you look. Remember to smile a lot and laugh a lot. Hermione keeps telling us that even a fake smile is a smile. I have no clue what that means but hey it sounds good. Take care of everyone and make sure Mum and Dad give me a nice send off. I'm thinking something with fireworks.
Charlie,
The same thing could be said for you with the whole not knowing each other very well. I use to be the annoying brother who would follow you around. For the longest time, when I was little, I wanted to work with dragons. That is until I met Norbert. Hagrid has some amazing pets but I think Norbert has topped them all.
You left Hogwarts just before I arrived. I think you would have liked to have been there during some of the adventures the three of us have been on. They seem right up your alley. Especially the troll we fought in our first year. Harry just mentioned something about angels. I think he is losing it but still thanks for being there when we needed you. Take care.
Percy,
I know that you aren't there. You stubborn asshole. I just wanted to say that for all the pain you caused mum and dad I understand. Sometimes it is harder to admit that you were wrong, but in the end you are going to. It might be years from now. Just remember that the whole family loves you, no matter what. Oh and stop being stubborn and propose to Penny already.
Fred,
Most people put the two of you together. It's always Fred and George or even George and Fred. But there are things that I need to tell each of you. Fred when you were the one who turned my teddy bear into that spider you gave me my first fear. Now I have several. I fear the dark. I actually dislike and fear night. Because during the night the dreams come and take over. I want to thank you for giving me that first fear.
I know it seems a little stupid and maybe even funny someone thanking someone else for making them afraid. But you gave me a petty fear. I take comfort that now I can still be afraid of spiders even with all that I have faced. And I have faced and seen a lot being Harry's friend.
George,
While Fred gave me my first fear you have giving me the most laughs and yet you also know when stuff needs to be taken seriously. I wish I could do that but I seem to have a lack of emotions. Or Hermione says so, sometimes. I swear we argue less if I just go along with what she says. This is why I have been keeping quiet this year. I just go along with what they say unless I completely disagree.
Thank you for telling me this little secret. I just can't understand how Harry and she get along so well. They disagree all the time and yet they barely argue about their disagreements. Instead they both sit down at the table and hash out their sides of their points. Sometimes I think they have one mind instead of two, which reminds me of Fred and you.
Ginny,
You are really the only one who knows what this war does to people and you learned that at such an early age. Just like us. Fortunately, for you, you had a couple more years to enjoy your childhood. Ginny don't grow up too quickly it just isn't worth it.
We three grew up too quickly and looked at what we have become? I know that some hard times ahead of you. I can't tell you all but be strong. But don't forget to try and keep yourself grounded.
Ginny you can be too independent sometimes. Let some people help you through the tough times. Lean on a shoulder or two and don't be afraid to cry. This Christmas when I saw you and you asked why Harry didn't come I didn't have the heart to tell you it was because he didn't want to face you. He didn't want to face you begging him not to leave or to even take you with him. Harry knew that you weren't ever going to be ready to face what we have faced or are going to. The only way Hermione and I stayed on this journey, with him, for so long is because we made it clear to him. We made it clear to him that he needed us.
And that isn't to say he doesn't need you but not right now. I have to tell you that after this year I now know that we can never be the one big huge happy Weasley family that for a while we thought might come true. I'm sorry Ginny. That doesn't mean you and Harry won't get back together but I know that Hermione and I will never be able to. We are just too different. I love baby sister.
My love and everything else,
Ron
"Well that was interesting," Charlie said as he finished reading what Ron had written. "You don't think that Harry and…" Charlie never finished that thought because at that time Ginny stood up from the table. She was shaking and they all turned to look at her.
"They didn't." She said as she walked out of the kitchen. No more letters could be opened until she got back. She knew that and they knew that. They all glanced around to see who, if anyone would go after her. Jane Granger stood up and walked after the girl.
"Mum, just go away and leave me be for second." Ginny said as she wrapped her arms around herself in a hug.
"I'm not your mother, but I have something to tell you." They faced each other for a second. She knew the girl could see Hermione in her and for a second she saw the anger her eyes held. It was so small she might have imagined it but she could have sworn she saw the youngest Weasley nod. "I don't know Ron or even Harry that well but I know my daughter. Or at least I think I do." She gave a shrug. "I won't really know until all the letters are examined. But you need to know this; if anything happened between any of them then it happened because it was right. Hermione spoke fondly of you; she called you her best girl friend. The title of official best friend always went to Harry. Just remember that whatever happens can you really stay mad at them if you don't know the full truth or even if they aren't going to come back?"
"I'm not mad, I'm upset." Ginny said, "I think I always knew Harry was not going to be mine. He was someone I adored since I was five years old when mum told me the story of him. I never dreamed that I would actually meet the famous boy-who-lived and that he would fall for me." A small light up her face, "maybe he isn't even destined to be with either of us. But I guess we might never know."
Jane Granger saw the tears in the girl's eyes. It was so hard to lose your first love especially to someone you trusted. Jane knew her daughter was extremely fond of Harry but she didn't know if it was love. Her daughter had grown up far away from her and the time they did spend together she felt the distance between them. If anything bad or exciting happened it as always, "I have to tell Harry and Ron." Quickly Jane pulled Ginny into a hug and let the girl sob into her shirt.
They didn't return to the kitchen for some time, but when they did it was with renewed strength. Ginny was ready to face the rest of the letters and she was ready to let Harry go, if need be, but she wasn't ready to give up the hope that they were alive.
"So who is going to read Ron's letters to Harry and Hermione?" Ginny said as she sat back down. Molly handed her a cup of strong tea, and she grabbed her mother's hand.
"We will," Fred and George said at the same time. They picked up the letters and stared at them. It was complete silence for a minute and then a pop. Both Fred and George were turned into canaries. It seemed that Ron had re-acted some revenge on the twins for making him their official tester for so long.
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