Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Harry Potter
to J.K. Rowling, a goddess among us mortals.
thanks to Zsenya for beta-reading
As Ginny slunk out of the portrait hole, she
back hot tears of pain.
“Right, this is getting stupid. Ginny, you can just go with Harry…”
But do I really want to, if I’m just a
reserve? Ron, did you even think about my feelings
you said that?
Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She scowled at a group of nervous first-year students on their
to dinner, and she suddenly realized that she didn’t want or need
She craved nourishment of a different kind.
She wanted to write to her mother, to spill out all of the
of her thirteen-year old heart and to have her mother tell her
everything would be just fine. Quickly, she rounded back to the
common room. After a quick
inside to confirm that her brother and Harry were gone, she stole
to her room, grabbed a piece of parchment and her favorite white
pulled the hangings about her bed and began to write.
When did you realize how you felt about Dad? Did it hit you suddenly, or did it build
over a span of years? Did
date other boys before him?
just curious. I really
Harry, as more than just a silly crush.
I would give anything to have him see me, but I don’t think
will happen. Please write back
Your loving daughter,
P.S.-I just got asked to the Yule Ball. I’m going with Neville Longbottom, just
a friend. Ron teased me of
course. He’s really being a bit of an idiot about
whole thing, especially since he doesn’t have a partner
time to sneak to the owlery and get Pig to deliver it.
As she made her way up to the tower that held the
she found herself lost in thought.
Why didn’t Harry like her?
wasn’t as though she was ugly.
often complimented her on her silky red hair and bright brown
eyes. She wasn’t the top student in her year, but she was smart and
high enough marks. No,
was nothing outstanding about her.
She was just sweet, quiet, cute little Ginny Weasley.
The youngest Weasley. The
latest in a long line of Weasleys.
The only girl, so of course she stood out, she didn’t give
teachers any trouble like her brothers did.
No, she was a sweet, good, girl who rarely put a toe out of
And tonight had confirmed her deepest fear-that she was
As she climbed the stone steps into the owlery,
noticed how clear a night it was.
was not a single cloud in the sky, and the stars were beginning to
in a blanket of the deepest blue.
I weren’t so upset, I could appreciate this.
Looking around for Pig, she spotted Hedwig, Harry’s
snowy owl. Hedwig looked
her letter, then gave Ginny a puzzled look.
Hooting softly, she flew down to meet Ginny, who obliged by
her pure white feathers.
“Well, what do you think?
Should I send this to my mum, or deal with this on my
Hedwig looked at the letter for a few
seconds. It was as if she could see what the
contained, and somehow sensed that it related to her master. She gave the letter a severe look, then
Ginny with a stern look and hooted.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought also. Time for me to grow up.”
Her task done, Hedwig flew back up to her
perch. Ginny walked to the window, tearing the
into fine pieces as she did so.
she reached the window, she let the letter fall to the lake below
watched as it settled on the surface like fine, white snow. After the paper sank into the depths
Ginny turned away from the window and began her long walk back to
tower, feeling much older than when she last left it.
As she sank into her four-poster bed, Ginny
felt that there was more to her than just being the sweet
girl who was always ready with a placid smile.
She was growing up.