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April 3rd, 1993

Daisy!

You wouldn't believe what just happened! I had the best birthday ever and the universe had given me the best set of presents in the whole wide world!

Here's to recap: Ginny was captured by the villain, then rescued by Harry. Ron was there but he didn't do anything except babysitting a loony Professor Lockhart. All petrified victims are revived (sadly, Mrs. Norris included). The feast was great. EXAM'S CANCELLED! HEAVENLY! WE GET THE HOUSE CUP AGAIN! And, most importantly, everybody is safe and healthy.

School will be back to normal soon, so don't worry about us. All is well.

I'll see you soon!

Yours truly,
FGW

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April 4th, 1993

Daze,

I thought you didn't know, but then Mum said that you read Percy's letter the moment it arrived. How are you? Are you feeling alright? Were you scared?

We're really okay now. Everything is back to normal. Hogwarts is great, and we've never been happier. So don't worry your pretty little head, okay?

I know we agreed to not make our relationship with you a big deal and so apparent here, in school, but this calls for an emergency letter!

In George's handwriting,

Other than a tad bit of stomachache, I'm grand!

In Ron's handwriting,

That's because he gobbled down one month stock of tart last night. We're really good here, Dee.

In Percy's handwriting,

Hope you're feeling okay, sis.

In Harry's handwriting,

Hey.

In Hermione's handwriting,

Daisy, hello! How are you? We heard from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and we're worried that you didn't take the news well. I am fine now. Ginny is, too. Don't forget to eat and sleep well. Thank you so much for caring!

Please write me this Summer. I have a Muggle address, so you can mail it like normal people do. 4c Erskine Hill, London NW112 3HB, UK.

-Hermione Granger

In Ginny's handwriting,

Hey, Dee! I'm okay now. I can't wait to see and talk to you this Summer. I love you!

Then back in Fred's.

Write back soon.

Yours truly,
FGW

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April 5th, 1993

Dear the Weasleys,

I'm glad to hear everyone's okay, and I am well myself. Take care and please, for this semester's remaining months, DON'T CAUSE ANY TROUBLE.

To Ginny, you've been so brave. I can't wait to see you and I love you, too! Let's have more girl talk in the Summer.

To Hermione, I certainly will. Looking forward to our correspondence.

To my heroes, Harry and Ron, thank you! I can't even remember what I did when I was twelve, but certainly nothing as gallant as yours.

To Percy, I am. Hope you are, too.

To my favorite twins, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Cheers to more laughter and jokes in the future. I wanted to mail you your gifts, but Mrs. Weasley and I thought it would be too much for Errol. Poor thing. You'll see it in Summer then.

I love you all.

Sincerely,
DJA

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June 22th, 1993

DAISY TOLD HER father that she was going to the market with Lucy —her new friend and partner in crime, that Sunday, when in fact she was here, standing in the hidden, magical Platform of King's Cross London with Mrs. Weasley.

Maybe it was due to the whole Basilisk scare, but there was more crowd than usual and the two ladies were squeezed somewhere at the far right back while Mr. Weasley went off to find his children.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to half an hour. Some families had filed out of the platform. Every time one passed by them, Daisy noticed the children enthusiastically telling their parents about Harry Potter's his adventurous incident from their point of views.

"—I was in Herbology class when—"

"Her brothers looked completely heartbroken, when they heard the news. I gave them a pat and my condolences, but I don't think they even felt it."

"—the cat and blood were horrifying, Dad, I saw them myself."

"I was sleeping, dreaming about being chased by Bruno —you know, our neighbor's dog— and then BAM! The door was slammed, we were summoned out—"

"—Lockhart wasn't a good teacher anyway. You should throw all his books away, Mum—"

"—remember Ronald Weasley? The boy, younger than me, I told you about him in my last letter—"

"—Hermione Granger?"

"—yeah, that's the one. That's Ginny Weasley—"

At last, Daisy could see a bunch of flaming red hairs sticking out from the others' black, brunette, and blonde.

Mr. Weasley was the first to emerged, followed by Hermione, Harry, Ron, then Ginny, then the twins.

"Hey!"

"Where's Percy?"

"Prefect duty."

"Mum!"

"There's Mum and Daisy!"

"Dee-dee!"

The girl immediately broke into a hearty grin and engulfed little Ginny into a really tight hug, swaying side by side as she did so.

"Oh..." she kissed the crown of her head, "I'm so glad you're alive!"

Ginny giggled, returning the hug, "Me too."

"You, too, Hermione."

"Ah, thank you," Hermione said.

Then she turned and saw the Boy Who Lived, his glasses a bit crooked as always. Her wavy hair fell down her shoulders as she sighed, "Harry."

She placed her palms on each side of his jaws and kissed his cheeks, left then right, "Thank you."

Harry's cheeks flushed red. His glasses fell further down his nose bridge as he stuttered, "Y— Yeah... D— Don— Don't mention i— it."

Daisy turned again and saw Ron. "Ronniekins..."

"Nope," Ron hurriedly said, "No, no. No kiss in public. No—"

"Thank you." Daisy kissed his cheek in public anyway, followed by Mrs. Weasley. Ron's cheeks turned red, too, but he merely grumbled instead of stuttering abashedly like his best friend.

"Hey!" Fred pouted, pointing to his cheek with his finger, "Aren't we gonna get one as well?"

Daisy raised her eyebrows at him, "And... What did you do, exactly?"

"Well..." George faltered, "We didn't cause any trouble since April."

"Bollocks, I know you turned Mrs. Norris pink and blew up toilets with Peeves."

The twins turned to their mother and chorused, "Mum! Why did you tell her about that!"

"She has the right to read every letter sent from school!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed in defense, "Professor McGonagall was furious! Detentions weren't enough for you, were they? Besides, you two shouldn't have done it. Isn't this year maddening enough?"

"Oh no, no, mother dearest," Fred said, throwing a hand over her shoulder in a side hug, "I'm afraid It's only July."

- end of PART I -