Harry Potter and the Love Letter
Summary: One simple letter was all it took to change the view of a friendship. A simple correspondence between a 21 year old Harry from 2001 and a 15 year old Hermione from 1994 was all it took to alter that friendship into something more...
Author's Note: After watching the Love Letter, I decided to write a story similar to it. Of course, all material related to the Love Letter (desk, exchanging letters, time crossing, new relationships forming) belong to the creators of the Love Letter. JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter characters. The idea, however, is mine. Not following canon, this is before the epilogue; so, this is post Hogwarts away from what JK originally written (alternate universe).
Chapter 1 The Desk
Four years have passed since Voldemort was vanquished by Harry Potter, and life returned to the Wizarding world which everyone couldn't have been happier. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon; Harry and Ginny walked hand in hand into a brand new antique shop in Diagon Alley named Lost Treasures. Ginny eyed a beautiful dress on a mannequin in the shop window, broke free from Harry, and inquired about it to one of the workers.
Harry was on a mission of his own. He needed a desk for at work, since he's the Chief Auror now, to write and close up his files. He made his way to the writing desks, and carefully examined each one. The first one was too dark for his taste. The second desk was much too girly with flowers, and angels decorating it. The third one was too light in color. The fourth one was just right. That desk reminded him of the one he used at Hogwarts. It was a cherry stained mahogany wood, and it had many compartments giving the user necessary storage that he/she needed. A man walked by, and noticed Harry taking an interest in that desk.
"What a nice piece of furniture. We just received that one from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They are redecorating the boys' and girls' dormitories. So that means out with the old desks and in with the new desks for the dorms. It is to your liking, Mr. Potter?" the old man inquired knowing how Harry loved Hogwarts.
Harry replied, "Yes, it is to my liking. I need a desk like this one for at work. How much is it?"
"Fifteen galleons," the old man listed the price.
Since Harry had a lot of money, he answered confidently, "Okay," and handed him the money for the desk.
Ginny walked up to Harry empty handed, and kissed him on the cheek.
"You found a desk?" she asked examining the desks in front of her.
Harry smiled at her, "Yes I did. Can you guess which one I bought?"
Knowing her fiancé well, Ginny picked out the cherry stained desk, and Harry nodded.
"Harry, it is beautiful. Let's have it delivered to your office and you can go start on getting yourself organized," Ginny said as she admired the desk.
Harry agreed to it, and the desk was delivered to the Ministry of Magic Auror Office by four o'clock that afternoon. Harry walked into his office, and noticed the desk sitting in his office. He walked in, and closed the door. Harry moved his swivel chair to behind the desk, and began arranging his belongings in the many compartments. When he finished, he began dusting off the work surface. The rag passed over a switch, and a compartment on the left inside part where the shelves were connected popped open. He opened the flap, and some brownish parchment was sticking out. Harry reached in, and grabbed the parchment. Since this captured his attention, he opened up the envelope. It was a letter…from Hermione. He looked up in the upper right hand corner, and it read November 6th 1994. They were in their fourth year of Hogwarts when Hermione wrote that letter. Being nosy, Harry began reading it.
My Dearest Friend,
I write tonight because I am worried of what's to become of my dear friend, Harry Potter. He is in the TriWizard Tournament and I fear for his safety and his life. Without him, I am nothing. He is the sun in my morning sky; the rainbow after the rain, and the beating heart that allows the blood to flow through my veins.
I hope and I pray that he will pull through each task so I can see those beautiful green eyes again for as long as I live. Yes, my dear friend, he is my secret love that no one knows about. I refuse to let anyone know about it except for you. Since he clearly doesn't share the same feelings for me, I know I have your love and support.
Lavender and Susan are now used to my late night writings; therefore, they don't question my actions anymore. So, I am free to write as long as I wish or until I begin to fall asleep. I really do love Harry. I love him so much that I would die for him. I just wish that Harry feels the same for me as I do for him.
Alas, dear friend, sleep is calling and I must close this letter. I will write again tomorrow.
Hermione Jean Granger
Harry couldn't believe what he read. Hermione secretly loved him all those years, and yet he wondered why she didn't say anything. Today, however, she is dating Ron, and Ron told him that he would pop the question to her soon. Neville knocked on the door, and entered the office.
"Hi, Harry. Did you get a chance to look at that case file I placed on your desk," he then noticed Harry had some aged parchment in his hand, and Neville questioned, "What are you doing?"
"No, I didn't get to the case file yet, sorry. I was arranging my things into my new desk, and I found a secret compartment. It had a letter dated back to when we were in our fourth year of Hogwarts. Do you think I should answer it? Just for fun," Harry asked knowing Neville would pick at him for thinking such rubbish.
Neville shook his head, gave Harry a look saying he was crazy, and answered, "Whatever you want to do, Harry. I'm not stopping you."
Neville walked out the office, and closed the door. Harry glanced at the letter. His eyes immediately highlighted the word love. He began to think on how he was going to answer the letter. He took out some parchment, his ink well, and his quill. He dipped his quill into the ink, and began writing a response.
When completed, Harry folded the letter, placed it in an envelope, addressed it, sealed it, and slipped it into the secret compartment. He closed the door to it, and put his things away. He got up, walked to the door, turned off the light, and opened the door. He walked out, closed the door, and walked away to return home to his eagerly waiting fiancé. He hoped, and wished that the letter would make it to its destination.