I love my house in the summer. Situated on top of a hill, overlooking a quiet little country town… you'd hardly think that chaos had ruled the world just a year ago. When it's summertime, all the flowers are in bloom, and there are so many bees that the whole hill is filled with a buzz that just never goes away. But as beautiful as it is in the summer…
You're not here to share it with me.
Last year, we threw in all our fears and decided to cheat fate. 'Beat the baddies!' like little kids playing a game with sticks for swords would say. So we left school. We ran to face everything that we had ever lived for…
… and we won.
It's amazing to think that we came through all of this. It's amazing to think that we all survived… but now we all are apart. Ron's in Australia, teaching at a school there, and you're here and there, doing Auror jobs… I only get the occasional letter.
And I'm here. On my own. Mum and Dad both died two years ago… you were there beside me when it happened. But now, living on my own… I really think that I should stop talking to myself. I'm sitting on a chair overlooking my garden, and there are all these beautiful smells in my nose, and this colour in my eyes but…
…everything's been dulled since you left.
It's not just you, I mean… I miss Ron and Ginny, but you were just always there for me, and I thank you for that. You've fulfilled your dreams… you've beaten Voldemort, and you've become an Auror. No friend could ever be prouder. I really admire you: Big, strong, Harry. I've been a kite, and you've been my kite string. You've always kept my feet on the ground, even when I lost my parents. Thankyou so much for saving me time and time again.
Living on my own… it's funny to realize how much you miss the people who were always by your side, and you just wanted to shove away a lot of the time. But all I want to hear is Ron's stupidity, Ginny's quiet humour, and your encouragement. I really don't know how I fit into the team. I was the clever one, I guess. The one that always looked up in certain books when in a panic. "It might be in Hogwarts: A History!" Yes, that was it. Ron was dumb in a good way, Ginny had this quiet humour that made us feel better, you were the one who was always there to lend a helping hand even though you had the weight of the world on your shoulders, and I was the bookworm, the one who always referred to books in a crisis.
My house is so little now that I have no room for a library like I always told you. You were always so keen to keep me going, and always told me that you'd spend all your money and buy me a castle if it meant I could just have a library. Looking at that now, it seems so miniscule. There are more important things than books.
I remember madly trying to study and read every book in the library, or I would die. Now, it just seems so unimportant to me, and I laugh at myself. My life here… I don't even do witchcraft anymore. Anything that reminds me of you and I just…
…it makes me cry.
I know as soon as I've finished this letter to you I'm going to screw it up and throw it into the garbage. I guess my paper is the only thing I can really talk to anymore. I feel so bad because you haven't got a letter from me since Voldemort died. And I know that you spend hours writing letters to me, and I just don't know whether I'll ever get to sending one back.
But you know…
Knowing that you take the time to write to me hurts me even more. I spend an hour each week, re-trying to write you a letter, and I can't send them to you.
Harry… please come and see me. Then everything will just come gushing out and I won't have to worry about the spelling or the writing, or even the words. They'll be said, and done, and that will be that.
Anyway, maybe after I've read this letter through it will turn up in your mailbox at the Ministry. Who knows?
Love,
Hermione
