Harry Potter's POV:
It's the middle of the summer and I'm at the Weasley's home.
Some things never change. At the moment, Ginny is sprawled across
my lap, staring at me adoringly, her crystal earrings (from me,
of course) shimmering brightly from the sun and dappling the
cieling of her room with light patterns. I smile dreamily down at
her. The love in her eyes intensifies. It makes my heart glow and
my mind whirl to know that she will always be there, holding me
up so I don't fall, comforting me and making me stay alive when I
want to die. I'll be there too, behind her, at her shoulder,
doing the same. I love Ginny Weasly.
Crap. Mrs. Weasly just called up the stairs to me, saying I got
a letter, along with a package. I don't want to leave Ginny, but
I'm curious about the sender of the letter and package. Who could
it be? Heaving a sigh, I gently kiss Ginny's forehead before we
both get up and head in different directions. I tromp down the
rickety, old stairs to the Weasly's small, comforting kitchen.
Mrs. Weasly is in the kitchen, making lunch. A head of lettuce
flies close to me head and I lean to the side quickly. Noticing
me, Mrs. Weasly points to a package with a letter on top of it on
the worn wood table and says in her warm, motherly way, "Harry
dear, lunch will be ready in fifteen minutes. You can tell us
about your mail then." She smiled kindly then turned back to the
With the package in my hands, I walked into the living room. No
one was in here, so I'd have peace and I'd be able to concentrate
better on the letter. I had a feeling that it had come bearing
serious news. To my surprise, when I looked at the address on the
letter, it read that it was from Hogwarts, my old school. My old
school where so many things happened...Ginny and I fell in love,
Voldemort tried defeating me seven times and I won in the end,
the war (also know as the dark age), Dumbledore, so many memories
rushed back to me. Thinking of Dumbledore, the head master of
Hogwarts six of the years I was there, made my heart give a
painful squeeze. He and I had been close. It had been three years
since his death, and two years since the war ended, but grief
still haunted me at night at times.
Shaking myself, I cleared my mind of those sad thoughts and
focused on opening the letter. The letter was from Professer (or
should I say, headmistress) McGonnagel. It read in her precise
It's been too long
since we last saw each other. I should arrange to visit the
Weasly's sometime soon. How are you? And the Weasly's? I myself
Being the headmistress
of a school is a lot of work, but Albus has been mighty helpful,
giving me tips and helping me sort through problems.
told me to include a
greeting from him in here. Albus sends you a warm hello as
But enough mindless
chatter. There is some news I have to tell you, much to my
regret. We have to talk in person. I've sent you directions to
get to the school, on an alternate route. Platform 9 & 3/4
has been closed for the summer. A carriage will meet you at the
front gates of the school. Anyway, that is all for now. I look
forward to seeing you again soon. Sincerely,
P.S. Pack some clothes
to take to Hogwarts. You might be staying for a week or two.
Bring your broom as well.
The letter was short and made me smile,
but it didn't answer any of my questions. What was the regretful
news that was so important and secret, I had to go to Hogwarts?
I'd find out soon enough.
Now I turned my attention to the package
in my lap. It felt hard and heavy, like a book. Carefully, I tore
open the paper and wasn't surprised to see that it was, in fact,
a book. Or....a journel. Confused, I flipped open to the first
page. Someone had written a note there. It said:
This is a late birthday
gift to you. Record your life in here. I hope you use it well.
Much love to you,
strange. I vaguely recognized the writing....but who would write
something like that? Much love to you,
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