She sighed. She didn't know what to do anymore. A tear fell from her cheek. She sat on her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, hugging them to her. Her hair fell around her, making a curtain of brown hair around her. She sniffled, wiping the tear away from her face. She closed her eyes, remembering everything that happened within the last few weeks. Her and Ron had had another fight, but over something as stupid as homework. She had refused to help them with their homework, insisting that they should do it themselves.

"Well, what good are you to us then?!"

She could hear the words ringing in her ears as clear as day. Ron had stomped off, with Harry following him, but not before throwing her a look as if saying 'See what you've done now?'. She walked back to the common room, only to see Ginny. Ginny looked up at her and got up from her seat, only to go up to her room. Ginny had made it a point not to talk to her anymore, though she wouldn't give a reason. She sighed, watching Ginny go to her room. She opened her eyes once again, her eyes glazed with unshed tears. She remembered the letter from her parents, which came only two weeks ago. It pretty much said never to come back home, seeing she was in her 6th year and was 'all grown up'. She didn't see how she was grown up in her 6th year at Hogwarts. The tears that glazed her eyes now fell down her cheeks in lines. She looked around her room, trying to find something that would help her feel better. Her eyes fell on a few sheets of parchment and her quill, with a bottle of ink beside it. She got up from her bed, going to her desk. She picked up her quill and dipped it into the ink bottle and started writing to someone, anyone who would listen to her feelings and problems. Someone who understood how she felt. After writing about two and a half rolls of parchment, she signed it anonymous and folded it, putting it in an envelope. She sealed it and went up to the owlery. She found her owl, Lotti and gave her the letter.

"Send this to someone who you think will care to read it."

The owl hooted in response and flew out the window. Hermione Granger watched her owl fly out into the night, hoping she'll find someone to read her letter.

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A blond, grey-eyed boy sat in the Slytherin common room, looking into the fire place. He was bored out of his mind. He couldn't go out and there was nothing to do in his room except read and he didn't want to do that unless he had to. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the heat from the fireplace take over his body.

Tap tap tap

He opened his eyes, looking around. He looked at the window and saw an owl outside. He got up and walked to the window, a confused look on his face. He opened the window, letting the owl in. It flew in, landing on the back of one of the chairs in the common room. It had an envelope in its beak. He walked to it, taking the envelope from the owl. He looked at it.

"Is this for me?"

The owl nodded. He opened the envelope, taking out the parchment. He unfolded it and looked at the owl.

"All this? For me?"

It nodded again. He started to read it. His expression changed from confused to empathic.

"My God..This poor girl.."

He sat down in the chair the owl was perched on. He read the letter, from beginning to end. After reading it, he stared into the fire. The owl hooted above him. He looked up at the owl.

"Is this your owner?"

The owl nodded. He looked back at the letter and got up, making his way to his room. He walked to his desk, taking out some parchment and his quill. He uncovered his ink bottle. He dipped his quill in his ink bottle and started writing the person back. He knew it was a girl by her handwriting, so he knew that he should address it to a girl. He began by telling her that he knew how she felt and everything and began explaining his problems to her. He wrote her two rolls of parchments to her as well, explaining his problems to her. He folded it and put it in an envelope, sealing it with his family's emblem, which was a shield with a 'M' on it. Not many people knew what his family emblem was, so he knew that she didn't know what it was going to mean. He walked back down to the common room to the owl, which was still perched on the chair, as if waiting for him. He gave it the letter and petted its head. He leaned into it, whispering softly.

"Take this to your owner. Make sure she gets it and no one else. Okay?"

The owl hooted in response, flying out the window. Draco Malfoy walked to the open window and watched the owl fly off into the night, hoping that whoever sent him that letter was going to be alright.

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