Good mornig
The Great Hall was buzzing with excitement as students filled the long tables, chattering about their summer adventures and the year ahead. Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, a little to the side from Ron, who was already deep in conversation with Dean and Seamus. Harry, however, wasn’t really paying attention to the noise. Instead, he had three letters in front of him, each one a reminder of the people who cared about him even when he felt out of his depth.
He unfolded Ginny’s letter first. It was neatly written in her familiar scrawl, and Harry couldn’t help but feel comforted by it, even if they hadn’t talked much over the summer. Her words were full of encouragement—practical advice about staying focused on his studies, keeping an eye on the troublemakers (which, in her words, would undoubtedly be Fred and George), and of course, a little reminder not to let Ron drag him into too much mischief. She added a cheeky note about sending him a care package with some homemade treats if he survived the first week.
Harry smiled at her playful tone. Even without being physically present, Ginny had this way of making him feel grounded, like everything would be alright.
Next, he picked up Marlene’s letter. It was crumpled slightly at the edges, but that didn’t surprise Harry; Marlene had never been one for neatness. She had a tendency to be a bit of a whirlwind—something he admired about her. Her letter was filled with excitement and pride, encouraging him to make the most of his first year and reminding him not to let the “bigger kids” intimidate him. In the last paragraph, she wrote a line that made Harry laugh out loud: “And don’t let Ron pull you into too many of his ridiculous schemes. If you need backup, you know where I am!” He could practically hear her voice, her confident tone coming through the paper.
Harry chuckled to himself, imagining how much trouble Ron would cause. Marlene’s letter always had a way of making him feel like he could take on the world, even if everything seemed new and a bit daunting.
Finally, Harry opened the letter from Sirius and remus . It was short, but no less full of the love and encouragement Harry had come to expect from his godfathers. They wrote about how proud they were of Harry for making it to Hogwarts and how he was sure Harry would shine in whatever he chose to do., remus reminding Harry that if he needed advice on how to “properly” handle trouble,He should ask percy and siruis siad Fred and George, naturally. But in between the jokes, there was a sincere line: “Remember, kid, no matter what happens, you’ve got this.We are just just a letter or a Patronus away.”
Harry felt a lump form in his throat as he read that last part. It was a comfort to know that Sirius and remus were there for him, even if they couldn’t be physically present. Harry feel a little braver about the journey ahead.
Dean, sitting next to Harry, glanced over at the letters, his eyebrows raised when he saw the three in front of Harry. “Blimey, Harry, you’ve got quite a few girls writing to you already,” he teased, his grin widening.
Ron, overhearing Dean, shot Harry a look, clearly amused but with an eye roll at the same time. “Yeah, well, Ginny’s one of them,” he said, shaking his head. “Honestly, I didn’t think anyone could make my little sister sound so—” He paused, then looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow. “Do you even read these properly? Or do you just stare at the envelopes?”
Harry rolled his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed but amused all the same. “I read them, Ron,” he said, trying to ignore the teasing look from Dean. “Ginny’s just… I don’t know, supportive, I guess.”
Ron snorted, clearly trying not to laugh. “Supportive? That’s one way to put it. She’s probably got you all sorted out for the year already, right?”
Harry shrugged, though he was secretly grateful for Ginny’s words of encouragement. He wasn’t sure what he’d do without a reminder to keep his head straight in the middle of all this newness. “She’s definitely been keeping me on track,” Harry admitted, glancing over at Ron, who was now holding up a piece of toast with a smug expression.
Seamus, overhearing the conversation, added with a wink, “So, Ginny’s your big fan, eh? I think she’s the one who’s got you figured out.”
Dean grinned, looking at Harry with a teasing smirk. “She’s not the only one,” he said, giving him a quick look over the top of his shoulder. “You’ve got a couple of them interested.”
Harry felt his face warm up and shoved the letters back into his bag, trying to focus on something else. It was easier to laugh it off with his friends, even though the teasing was a bit much. He turned to Seamus and asked, “So, what about you two? Got any letters?”
The conversation shifted quickly as Seamus and Dean began recounting their own experiences of getting letters from home. Ron, still smirking, looked at Harry. “You should be glad Ginny sent you a letter. Might be the only one that’s not embarrassing.”
Harry rolled his eyes at that, but couldn’t stop himself from smiling. As he sat there, listening to his friends laugh and joke around, he realized something.. He had Ron by his side—who was certainly a handful, but in the best way—and Ginny’s letter had given him a little extra courage. Plus, if the next few years were anything like this breakfast, he was going to have a lot of fun along the way.