Dear Ginny,

I'm having a great time at Potter Manor. I've only been here a week, but I've already explored much of the house. There are so many rooms; I probably won't find them all before I have to go back to Hogwarts.

I am doing much better. I still have nightmares, occasionally, but they're not as bad as they were. Granddad says that it's best if I talk about them because, he says, if keep them inside, they'll fester and get worse. So, I've been talking about my dreams and that day in Diagon Alley with Granddad, Sirius, and Remus.

Winky is still pampering me like an invalid, and Dobby won't let any of Granddad's house elves wait on me. He says that I belong to him and Winky. I think that's kind of funny.

I hope you'll try out for the quidditch team, Ginny. You'd make a great chaser. You and Katie would work well together. We'll still need another chaser and two more beaters, though. Sirius has been going over some plays with me that they did when he and Dad were playing at Hogwarts. Ron said he would look them over, and he and I will come up with some others. He's pretty good at strategy, Ron is. But don't tell him I said so because he's already got a big head.

I'll tell you something, but you have to swear not to tell anyone else. Grandpa Albus asked Remus to be our DADA teacher this year, and Remus said yes! Can you believe it? It's going to be a great year! Grandpa has also given me permission to go to Remus's quarters to spend the night if the nightmares get too bad so I won't disturb the other people in the dorm.

Oh, and here's another secret. Please don't tell anyone, but Snape has quit Hogwarts! He's going to be a potion brewer at his house and sell his potions. We're going to have some bloke who used to teach at Hogwarts a long time ago. His name is Slughorn, and Remus said that my mum was his favorite student. Anyway, that means that I get to take potions, and Ron will, too, so you might want to try to talk him into getting a potions book – just in case.

Ron told me he was still teasing you about our relationship. Don't tell him I told you, but he's just kidding around, Gin. He doesn't mean any of it, so just ignore him when he does it.

Granddad said that you, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna could come to the island next summer to visit for a couple of weeks if you want. I hope you will, because you'll love it here.

I have to stop writing now because Grandpa Albus is here today and we're all going down to the beach for lunch. I wish you could see him in his Bermuda shorts and wild tropical shirts. It's hilarious!

I miss you very much, and please write soon.




Harry spent the last two weeks of the happiest summer of his life (so far) at his family home on Potter Island. On the morning he was to leave for Hogwarts, Dobby told him that he and Winky wanted to see him alone in their quarters in the trunk. Harry transported into the trunk and went into their room.

Winky was lying on the bed, a wet cloth over her forehead.

"Winky, are you sick?" Harry asked, going to her and sitting down on the floor next to the very small bed. "Do you need a healer?"

"No, Harry Potter. Winky just have tummy upset because of little one."

"Little one?" he asked. "Winky, are you pregnant?"

She nodded, and Harry grinned. "Congratulations, both of you. I've never seen a baby house elf before. How small will it be?"

"Winky and Dobby having daughter, Harry Potter," Dobby said. "When she first born, she be small enough for to go in your hand, but then she be growing bigger."

Harry smiled. "I can't wait. It'll be like having a little sister. Can I be Uncle Harry?"

"No, Harry Potter. You must be godfather like Sirius."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to be her godfather?"

Winky and Dobby nodded, staring at him wide-eyed, waiting for his answer.

"I would be honored," he said. "I would love to be your baby's godfather. Do you have a name picked out?"

"Harry Potter must name goddaughter," Winky said.

"You want me to name her? Oh, Winky, that's quite an honor. Is there any name in particular you like?"

"Any name Harry Potter pick out," Dobby said.

Harry nodded. "All right, then. I know what I want to name my goddaughter."

Dobby and Winky waited for him to go on.

"Hope," he said. "I want my goddaughter's name to be Hope."


On September 1, Harry and his family waited on Platform 9 ¾ for the Weasleys and Hermione to arrive.

"I would ask if you have everything packed," Sirius said, but since you're taking your entire house with you, I don't suppose that's going to be a problem.

Harry grinned and patted the trunk, which he had hung around his neck. "Nope. Not a problem," he said.

When Hermione and the Weasleys arrived, he hugged his family and, with a wink, told them that he would see them soon. He knew that as soon as the train pulled away, Remus would apparate to Hogwarts and Sirius and his grandfather would transport into the trunk. They had decided that they should be near for a while in case Harry needed them, since he was still recovering from his experience with Voldemort.

They boarded the train, found a compartment, and then Harry opened the window to wave to his family. He had never had a family to see him off before, and he wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

"Have a good year!" his grandfather called as the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station. "See you soon!"

Harry waved at them until they were out of sight. Finally, he closed the window and sat back in his seat with a smile. It was going to be a great year.