A/N: Hello, everybody. This is the first multi-chaptered fic I've done in a while. Not since It Was Meant to Be. Basically, it's Ginny's experience during DH while Harry, Ron and Hermione were out Horcrux hunting. I would imagine that most of these will be fairly short as they're letters and not my usual writing style with lots of dialogue, the thing that truly makes my stories longer. Anyways, enjoy the story and don't forget to review on your way out!
I know I will never get to send this letter, as you are currently god-knows-where saving the wizarding world from evil, but hopefully this can at least let out my feelings. I suppose I could write in a diary, but I haven't been able to do that since my first year, when Tom Riddle possessed me. So here I am, writing to my ex-boyfriend who could be anywhere in the world right now, risking his life. I miss you, Harry. I understand why you broke up with me, but I love you. You broke my heart into a million little pieces that day. Of course I understand the reasons, but I know they were in vain. I still think about you every day, especially on your seventeenth birthday, in my room.
So, it's the day after the wedding, which ended in chaos. You, Ron and Hermione left before it got really bad. Kingsley's patronus warning got almost everybody out. The Delacours, all of us Weasleys, Remus and Tonks, and a few other stray people remained. They searched the house from top to bottom and back to the top again. They opened every drawer and cupboard and searched through everybody's things. There were filthy death eaters in my bedroom, Harry. I don't know if I'll ever be able to sleep in there again. So, after that they interrogated us pretty much all night. Nobody, except the order, knew you had been here, so they had no proof. They burned Dedalus Diggle's house down and tortured Tonks' parents. They saw Ron's ghoul, but didn't go near it, bloody cowards. Mum hasn't stopped crying since then. On top of the wedding being crashed, and you three missing, her house was now completely destroyed, due to those filthy death eaters ripping it apart. I've been helping her clean and I suppose it's going fine, but to me it just seems like dull and pointless.
Mum says I'm pale and that I should be eating more, but I just can't. I'm too worried about you three. Ron is my brother, Hermione my best friend and you my love. If something should happen to you...no.... I've got to think happy thoughts. You three will defeat You-Know-Who and the wizarding world will rejoice in happiness and glee. Percy will make up with the rest of that family and everybody will make it out, unscathed. I really wish to hear your voice, Harry, to feel your arms and...I've got to stop this. I need to stop the "I wish" things. They aren't getting me anywhere and they are just causing unnecessary tears. You may not even be able to read this; the ink is going to run so much from my tears. Oh well, it's not like you're going to read it anyway.
I'm starting to feel a bit better now, writing to you. Thank you, Harry for giving me a way to release my feelings.
I love you,