Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter…. My fairy godmother died early this year so currently I am not J.K. Rowling though I wish I was… maybe I should go looking for my magic lamp… it's got to be around here somewhere…. Oh Bloody Hell it's broken! I give up!
A/N: Please enjoy and don't forget to REVIEW! (Revised 2011/08/16)
"..." TalkingChapter One: Letters and a Gift
Harry lay on his bed with his eyes wide open, unable to sleep. This was a common occurrence due to the disturbing nightmares he had nightly, or whenever he tried to sleep, of the most evil wizard alive regaining his physical form. Harry groaned and turned onto his side, gazing out his window. Images of the dark lord were not the only nightmares that haunted his mind; there was also the ordeal that had happened at the end of the school year, in the Tri-Wizarding Cup final. That horrible ordeal also rampaged through his mind as vivid as if the final challenge was happening all over again, right before his eyes: Cedric dropping to the cold, hard, earth of the cemetery, the last tasks Voldemort's wand had performed returning to the world of the living as an echo, seeing the echo's of his parents, Cedric, and Bertha Jorkens, Barty Crouch Jr.'s insane expression as he attempted to kill Harry, and finally, the worst of it all, having to relive everything as he explained what had happened to Professor Dumbledore.
Harry turned onto his back again as tears welled up in his bright emerald green eyes, and he swiped at them angrily. The images were too vivid, as if he reached out at that very moment he would be able touch them.
As usual, during the summer vacation from Hogwarts, he was alone in his room at number four Privet drive where his muggle relatives lived. The Dursley's were the only living relatives, and they despised him for being different, 'abnormal', a freak, for being who he truly was. This was because he was a wizard and The Boy Who Lived.
Harry was currently fourteen years old and anxiously awaiting his fifteenth birthday on the 31st of July, which was only an hour away now. He'd been hoping that Ron would be coming to take him back to the Burrow to stay with the Weasley's for the rest of the summer sometime soon. Harry didn't know how much more he could take of the Dursley's. Their treatment of him had become considerably worse this summer, ever since they had received a letter from Professor Dumbledore entailing a detailed explanation of what had occurred during the Tri-Wizarding Tournament.
Despite Harry's pleading after his ordeal, Dumbledore had not allowed him to return to the Weasley's right away, but had instead sent him back to the Dursley's for the time being. If it hadn't been for the constant owls from Hermione, Ron, Sirius, and a recent addition of Ginny, Harry would have probably gone out of his mind with loneliness, and completely drowned himself in regret, self-pity, and sorrow.
Thinking of letters… Harry sat up and got out of bed and as quietly as possible headed towards his desk, where an assortment of letters were piled and scattered.
Ron and Hermione's letters had become very interesting over the past month. Instead of really talking just to Harry they had adopted the funny, entertaining, yet annoying habit, of rambling on about each other, and what 'stupid' or 'pigheaded' thing the other one had done.
Adjusting his glasses, Harry picked up the most recent letter from Ron which was still sealed with bright red wax. Pig had woken him up at three that morning and it was all he could do to calm the stupid owl down, toss the letter on his desk, and quickly get into bed before his uncle had come bursting through the door to find out what the racket was. Shaking his head he carefully opened the envelope, and pulled out the letter to read.
How are you doing mate? Everyone here's doing just fine. Mum says you'll be able to come and stay with us starting on your birthday. We'll pick you up by floo powder at noon. Have you heard from Hermione lately? Turns out she didn't go visit Krum in Bulgaria after all. Isn't that great?
(Ron seemed just a little too happy about that, Harry thought smiling)
She's coming to stay with us instead, starting on your birthday as well. Isn't brilliant? We can all be together on your birthday for a change….
Oh, hang on, there's a wee bit of a change in who is going to come and fetch you and how you are being picked up. Ginny just came up and told me. Mum says I should be the one to pick Hermione up, don't know why and I'm not about to question her on it… mum's been a little testy as of late but that's another story… Well, now that I've started I may as well keep going. Have I ever mentioned in any of my other letters that Mum's been even scarier lately? She's been on a constant rampage and none of us can really figure out why. Anyways, I'll explain more about that when I see you... oh right! So, as I was saying, Ginny's going to come and meet you at the Dursley's at noon and she'll be coming by port-key.
Harry winced at the mention of a port-key. He was really glad he'd be able to see Ginny and the rest of the Weasley's, but why did it have to be a port-key? Bad memories came flooding into his mind at the mention of a port-key.
Ha ha ha, remember the last time we came to pick you up and used floo powder? Well that's why we're using the port-key, dad figures it's safer and will cause less trouble from your relatives this way. Well I've got to go, owl me back ASAP! As the muggles say. By the way, what does that mean anyways?
See you soon!
Harry chuckled as he quietly folded up the letter, putting it back into its original envelope and placing it on the 'read' pile. To Harry, it was exceedingly obvious why Mrs. Weasley had decided that it would be Ron who would be picking up Hermione. Mrs. Weasley didn't ever miss much when it came to her children, or anyone who stepped foot into her home for that matter. Ron was so obviously smitten with Hermione a blind person would be able to notice it faster than either of his best friends! Harry picked up the letter from Hermione and again quietly broke the seal and pulled out the letter.
How are you? Is everything going well with you? Ron figures the 'muggles' aren't treating you very well at all.
Harry winced knowing it was true.
I agree with him on this issue,
Harry gaped at this statement, his mouth wide open. When did Hermione ever agree with anything Ron had to say?
and close your mouth Harry, it does happen once in a while that Ron actually gets something right.
It took every bit of willpower he had not to laugh at this. It was very unlike Hermione to admit Ron to have done or said anything right. Harry would have to compare the rarity of it to the Twins not pulling a daily prank.
Moving on, have you noticed that no matter what I do, Ron calls me a Know-It-All? Sometimes, ok well rather, most of the time, he grates on my nerves, teasing me about Viktor. I didn't go to Bulgaria with him. Even though I had wanted to go my parents wouldn't let me, even though Viktor and I are just friends. Well I've got to go now. I'll see you at the Burrow on your birthday, and I'll give you your present there.
See you soon, and take care.
Harry shook his head, still silently chuckling at Hermione's comments about Ron. Even though Hermione and Ron fought all the time, their mutual feelings for one another were so bloody obvious, yet the pair of them were unbelievably thick about noticing anything about how obvious their feelings were for each other. He folded Hermione's letter back into the envelope and put it on top of Ron's.
He looked over at the third letter that had arrived along with Ron's. It was from Ginny. Harry's stomach did a few flips at the thought of her and he couldn't figure out why. It was strange, but Harry and Ginny seemed have come a lot closer over the short space of a month. Ginny, though encouraging him to tell her what he was going through, never pressed him for information, or repeatedly asked him if he was ok, as Ron and Hermione had constantly done throughout the past month since the Tri-Wizarding Tournament. Ginny seemed to realize that there was no point in constantly badgering him about something he didn't want to talk about. She also seemed to realize that there was almost no chance that he was truly ok if he was still staying at the Dursley's, as well as his constant nightmares of the final task of the Tri-Wizarding Tournament.
It was strange, but Harry felt that he could tell her anything, his deepest, darkest fears, and Ginny would not judge or pity him. He felt as if he'd known her all his life. A strange feeling, that he couldn't identify, bubbled up in his chest when he thought of her. He'd never had that feeling before, or at least he didn't remember having it. He wanted to know what it was, and he had asked Sirus in his last letter, hoping that his God Father would be able to shed some light on what Harry was feeling. However, when Sirius had finally replied, all Sirius said was for Harry to 'wait and see, that Harry would have to find everything out for himself and that this wasn't something he could be told'. Harry had grumbled and tossed the crumpled parchment at the wall in his frustrated. Sirius' answer had only confused Harry more than he already was. Finally, Harry had resolved to just figure it out on his own… regardless of how long it took him to do so. All he had to go on was that he'd never had this feeling towards anyone else.
Lately, every time Harry thought of Ginny his stomach flipped and he would blush. Yet he still didn't understand why. What Harry did know was that over the summer months he and Ginny had become very close friends. One of the things the two of them had in common was the need to vent their frustrations about Ron and Hermione. It had been a spur of the moment decision, a stroke of brilliance on Harry's part, when Harry had become so fed up with his two friends bickering about each other that Harry had decided to write Ginny, even just to vent. Through this random letter Harry had discovered that they had a lot in common. He had been pleasantly surprised by this and during their letters back and forth over the past month they had discussed a lot of different topics such as,
1) Rant about Ron and Hermione.
3) And the fact that they had both encountered Voldemort, therefore they had a very good understanding about the guilty feelings that refused to go away. They were able to talk freely without fearing that the other would pity them or try and make them forget what had happened, which was impossible.
Ginny had the uncanny ability of brightening his mood, regardless of how horrible he was feeling, or being treated. He'd often reread her letters, keeping them in a special pile, away from all of his other letters. Gently prying open the seal he pulled out Ginny's letter and began to read.
How are you doing? And don't you say you're fine. I will not tolerate lies from you Potter.
Harry grinned his mood instantly lifted, she knew him too well already, even though they had only been corresponding for a month. He could almost imagine the look that would be on her face at that very moment while she had been writing this.
Don't forget, I actually know everything about what happened, and I know you're thinking it. Nevertheless, you shouldn't be dwelling on it too much because it wasn't your fault. I know that deep down you know this, and I know that it's just hard to let go, and acknowledge the fact that it's not your fault, given that of all the guilt that's layered on top of the wound and the truth. Believe me, I've been there… oh wait, you were there as well… So I repeat this as delicately as I possibly can… IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT.
Anyways, I'm really glad you're finally able to come and stay at the Burrow! I don't think I could stand it if you weren't coming,
Harry felt his cheeks warm at her statement, and continued reading.
I think Hermione and Ron are going to drive me nuts! I'll be at your place at noon on your birthday, as Ron probably already told you. I also know that port-key's bring back a lot of horrific memories for you. Although there'll be nothing to worry about, I promise, I'll be right there with you, and it's a special port-key that no one can manipulate.
Harry smiled, and sighed with relief, feeling a little less weary about the port-key. He couldn't be in a depressed or guilty state at the thought of being able to see Ginny in only a few short hours.
Well I've got to go now. Mum's calling us down for dinner. Keep smiling Harry and don't let the sparkle in your eyes die out. Keep the spark alive. See you on your Birthday!
With love from,
Harry smiled reading the letter over and over.
~The sparkle in his eyes?~ Harry thought. ~Did Ginny really think his eyes sparkled?~
Tap Tap Tap
Harry suddenly jerked in surprise as he heard soft tapping on his window. Harry looked up and saw Hedwig perched on the window ledge.
Harry stood up and opened the window, allowing Hedwig to fly through and land on his bed. She carried a small box wrapped in old daily prophet pages and a letter. Curious to see what was in the box Harry relieved Hedwig of her burden, earning an affectionate nip from her in the process. Opening the letter he knew exactly whom it was from.
Happy Birthday! How are you? Are the muggles treating you well? They had better be or they will be dealing with me more than they ever wanted to, I assure you. Anyways before I go on open the present I sent you.
Slightly puzzled for Sirius's reason to open the box Harry removed the wrapping from the package, revealing a soft, emerald coloured, velvet box. Harry sat there for a moment just staring at the box, before raising the lid to see what was inside. He gaped as he saw what was inside. There were two gold rings linked into one another and hanging on a fine gold chain. On each ring there was an engraving. He carefully took the rings out of the box to look at them closer. The smaller ring read Lily, the larger ring read James. He was in complete and utter shock. Harry had to rip his gaze from the two rings, with difficulty, and then returned his attention back to the letter.
I am guessing, though I am probably right, that you're in shock.
Harry nodded numbly.
See I told you I was right. When have I ever been wrong? Don't answer that. Anyways, these rings were your parents' promise rings, a family heirloom. On the night Voldemort attacked, and killed them, these rings connected. No one has been able to get them apart since, and believe me we've tried. The reason for this is that they are a special set of promise rings that are approximately a thousand years old. The legend goes that these rings were perfectly ordinary until the pure love of two people made the rings inseparable from one another. The rings have been passed down in the Potter family for generations, just under a thousand years to be exact. The Promise Rings are always given to the eldest son at the age of fifteen.
Harry gaped, but continued reading.
And the only way they will come unlinked is when you and your destined soul mate's eyes first meet once you turn 15.
Harry's face burned as he imagined the grin that must have been on his Godfather's face while writing this letter.
You must wear the rings on a chain, under your clothes. Once you put it on it will not come off until the rings release each other. Now, before I forget, once you look at your soul mate, or true love, whichever one you prefer, the rings will appear on your hand and hers, on your left hands ring finger. The rings WILL NOT come off once they are unlinked. So whoever it is, you're stuck with them for life. Isn't that just wonderful? That is all I can tell you for now. Once they release each other please contact me immediately so that I can give you some more details. I'll talk to you soon.
Harry sat gaping, letting the letter fall onto his desk as he tried to process all that the letter had said. Unconsciously, he put the chain around his neck, and suddenly he felt like he was only half there. As if something, or someone, was missing from him. Unexpectedly, Harry yawned knocking himself out of his shocked state and into the present, making him realize how really tired he was. Harry walked over to and climbed into his bed, pulling the covers over him snugly. He gently clasped his hand around the rings he fell instantly asleep.
To Be Continued….