GINNY WEASLEY: 05 September, 1993
Dear Bill,
Please let me go back to Egypt so I can stay with you. I miss you and I never see you and the trip to visit you was possibly the best thing that’s ever happened. I don’t want to be back here, and I know that sounds stupid and childish, but I absolutely hate being back here.
It’s like they all know. And I don’t know what’s worse, them knowing or not. But I can’t get last year out of my mind and I keep on dreaming about T and I can’t help but think that they know something. I want to go back to stay with you and watch the sunrise on the Nile and eat dates and ride camels and shut Percy in a pyramid. I could forget everything there, and seeing you made it feel better. But now I’m back and everything here just reminds me of -
I still feel like he’s here, though I know he’s not. Is it mad, to think that? I’m not going mad this time, I swear I’m not, Bill. I’m not going mad again. But I can’t be here, it’s not right. I almost killed people. And I never spoke to anyone last year, and I don’t think anyone wants to talk to me now, because I’m that strange Weasley girl who got into trouble with someone from his side and had to be rescued by Harry Potter. It’s awful. What if they think I’m going to set a great big snake on them if they talk to me? What if they think I’ll write things on their walls in blood? What if they -
I don’t know what they know, and I don’t want to know what they know! I don’t! I don’t want to be here, Bill! I don’t belong here. I almost killed people and I miss you and I’m just not brave enough to even be in Gryffindor anymore. Gryffindors aren’t scared of being alone at night because of dreams.
Please write to Mum and ask her if I can go back to you.
I love you.
Please let me go back to Egypt so I can stay with you. I miss you and I never see you and the trip to visit you was possibly the best thing that’s ever happened. I don’t want to be back here, and I know that sounds stupid and childish, but I absolutely hate being back here.
It’s like they all know. And I don’t know what’s worse, them knowing or not. But I can’t get last year out of my mind and I keep on dreaming about T and I can’t help but think that they know something. I want to go back to stay with you and watch the sunrise on the Nile and eat dates and ride camels and shut Percy in a pyramid. I could forget everything there, and seeing you made it feel better. But now I’m back and everything here just reminds me of -
I still feel like he’s here, though I know he’s not. Is it mad, to think that? I’m not going mad this time, I swear I’m not, Bill. I’m not going mad again. But I can’t be here, it’s not right. I almost killed people. And I never spoke to anyone last year, and I don’t think anyone wants to talk to me now, because I’m that strange Weasley girl who got into trouble with someone from his side and had to be rescued by Harry Potter. It’s awful. What if they think I’m going to set a great big snake on them if they talk to me? What if they think I’ll write things on their walls in blood? What if they -
I don’t know what they know, and I don’t want to know what they know! I don’t! I don’t want to be here, Bill! I don’t belong here. I almost killed people and I miss you and I’m just not brave enough to even be in Gryffindor anymore. Gryffindors aren’t scared of being alone at night because of dreams.
Please write to Mum and ask her if I can go back to you.
I love you.