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A/N: This is my first One-Shot FanFic about Gin/Harry. I hope you like it and that my English is good enough 'cause I am a German girl. Please review. Of course you can criticize, but just fair!

Harry and Ginny in love?

A letter for a special someone

Harry sat on his bed in Number 4, Private Drive and wrote a special letter. He knew he had to wirte it since Bill and Fleur's wedding. This was his last day at the Dursley's house. He was longing to go and catch Voldemort before anyone else did, but he had to write this one special letter before he departed to his most dangerous journey with Ron and Hermione. Yes, Ron and Hermione would come with him, he couldn't change their minds.

«We'll be there,» said Ron.

«What?»

«At your aunt and uncle's house,» said Ron. «And then we'll go with you, wherever you are going.»

«No-» said Harry quickly; he had not counted on this, he had meant them to understand that he was undertaking this most dangerous journey alone.

«You said to us once before,» said Hermione quietly, «that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We've had time, hadn't we?»

«We're with you whatever happens,» said Ron.

Harry tried again and again and again to change their minds: He talked to Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger, but they, too, said that it was better for him if Ron and Hermione would come with him. Sometime, he had declared that he would surrender and that Hermione and Ron should do what they couldn't leave alone.

The next day, Harry would fly to Diagon Alley to buy a last few things there and meet Ron and Hermione there, too. They would set up this most dangerous journey together, but first he had to give in that special letter with Hedwig.

«Okay, Hed. This is a very important letter, please carry it carefully and take care of yourself. Don't fly away from the person you delivered the letter to until she writes back, okay?» Hedwig did a kind of nodding and flew out of Harry's window.

«Harry!», yelled Petunia Dursley the next morning. «Harry, wake up!» She knocked at his bedroom door. «I'm awake,» said Harry and got up. He took his trunk, put all of his belonging in it, closed it, took his Firebolt and Invisibility Cloak and went downstairs.

«Morning, Harry!», said Uncle Vernon. «Morning,» said Harry and wondered why his uncle greeted him. «Harry,» said Aunt Petunia, «It's your birthday today.» «Yeah! Well?» Harry replied. «Well, in your world you are of age now,» said Uncle Vernon. «That's why we thought we should give you a present,» Aunt Petunia added. «What? What are you talking about? You never gave me any presents ecxept Uncle Vernon old socks and Dudley's old clothes.» «We know. It's just, you're leaving us today and we thought that we...» «... Must celebrate it, right?» «No, we didn't! We just wanted to give you this.» Uncle Vernon brought a big package into the kitchen. Harry opened it and... «Where did you get this from? This is a caretaking set for my Firebolt.» «Your aunt wrote to your friend Hermione Granger and asked her to buy something for us to give you for your birthday. We sent her money, too, but she sent it back and said she doesn't want to take our money because she was so pleased that we gave you something.» «You wrote to her?» Harry was dumbfounded he just couldn't believe what they told him. «I knew her name and I saw loads of time how your kind write letters to each other I sometimes watched Lilly doing it.» «Which owl did you use? You didn't use Hedwig, did you?» «Well, yes, we did. I remembered how Lilly sent her owl with a letter to one of her friends and just talked to your bird. I could say that she was happy but this is nonesense.» «I...Thank you!» «What is this all about?» thought Harry. «Well, I have to leave you now. Must buy some things in Diagon Alley. Goodbye and no worries! I won't come back.» «Goodbye, Harry.» Harry took his stuff, went out of the door, looked back seeing his aunt and uncle smiling and closed the door behind him.

She wondered whether it was a good or bad sign to get a letter from Harry. Her hands were sweaty and she was shaking badly as she opened the letter.

«Dear Ginny,

think you're wondering why I write to you. Read this if you still love me. Hedwig will not leave you until you reply.

Your blue eyes are haunting me. Even though you're not here they won't leave me alone. I try to lock them up, like I have done with the rest of my memories of you. But they always find a way out, your clear blue eyes. So they keep haunting me night and day. Everytime I look at the sky I think of your eyes. I don't know if I ever told you, but your eyes are like the sky.

When the sun is shining and the sky is blue you are happy.

When the sky is cloudy and grey you are angry.

When the raindrops fall it's your tears that are falling.

I saw you crying some times. I know you cried when you were alone, but you never showed it.

It took me a long time to realize my feelings for you because I always thought about Ron and about what he would say. You don't know how many times I doubted that I could make it. I was just about to give up when you kissed me in the Gryffindor common room. You opened yourself to me, you let me become a part of your life.

As time went I became addicted to you. After a while I understood that it was love. I remember how scared I was when I realized it. I had never loved anyone like that before.

I've never been happier than the few months we had together as a couple.

Then I left. I said it was for you. I didn't want you to be caught or murdered by Voldemort, I found it too risky. You didn't beg me to stay, I think you understood me although it was hard for you.

You deserve to be happy, and I really wanted to be a part of your happy future. I know it's stupid to hope, but maybe. Just maybe there's still a chance that it can happen.

I haven't seen you since Bill and Fleur's wedding, but I realised then that I still need you.

Maybe you will come back to me someday. I know that you probably don't love me any more, if you ever did. But I still love you, with all of my heart, and that means something to me. I just can't let you go. You are special, and you became such an important part of my life. I love you so much, that's why I can't let go. I think that it's because of my love that your eyes won't leave me alone. They keep haunting me so that I won't forget. I want to forget, but at the same time I don't want to. I want to forget so that I can move on with my life, but then you won't be a part of it. It's stupid, I know that you're not really a part of my life. But I've saved a place for you, if you would come back one day. Don't think that I haven't tried to fill it, because I really have. I have tried countless times to fill that place, but I can't. It's your place, and only you can fill it.

I really hope that you will come back one day. That your love for me has, like mine for you, stayed alive.

Will you come back to me one day?

Will I ever feel your arms around me again?

Will I ever hear your voice whisper words of love into my ears again?

Will I ever see your clear blue eyes look at me and only see love in them?

I hope I will. Because without you I'm not whole. You took a place in my heart and won't give it back. So you'll always be a part of my life. I will always love you, in a way I hope that you know that. Where ever you are now.

I beg you not to go with Hermione and Ron. I really want to see you again, but I don't want to put you into life danger.

Harry.»

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Disclaimer: I don't own this letter. Somebody would notice that some parts in it were written before from Wasa90. I have absolutly no rights for copying it. In case you should read this story, I hope it is okay that I used your letter, Wasa90.

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Ginny looked up. Ron was standing in her room. «Hey, Gin, I'm leaving now,» said Ron. «I will miss you!» «Take care of Hermione and Harry, will you?» «Of course, I will.» «And take care of you.» «I will, too. Hang on, is this Hedwig?» «Yeah,» said Ginny with tears in her eyes. «Harry sent me a letter. He says he still loves me but he doesn't want me to come with you.» «Listen, Gin, he just wants your best. It's too dangerous for you. He doesn't want you to be murdered or something else becuase he would think it was his fault. He still thinks it was his fault that Dumbledore was murdered, so please, don't give him this feeling again.» «Ron, you've never been so sensible.» «Thanks, Gin. I think I've grown up.» «Yeah. You should leave now.» «Okay. I love you, Gin. I always will. Well, of course, you're my sister.» «I love you, too, Ron. Take good care of you and the others, will you?» «You asked that once, Gin. Goodbye!» «Bye, Ron!» There was a loud 'Plop' and Ron had disapperated. Ginny sat down on her bed, took a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write an answer for Harry.

A few hours later Harry got Ginny's letter.

«Dear Harry,

I don't know what to say.

I really want to come with you but Mum would die if I left, too, and you have forbidden me to go with you.

I am so lonely without you. Everyday, I miss you more.

I can't imagine how it will be in Beauxbatons without you. Well, of course, it's a girls school but I don't know anyone there but Luna.

I want to feel you by my side, feel your lips on my lips and want to put my arms around you.

I always loved you since I knew you. You remember the first time we met? It was before your first year in Hogwarts. I saw you and it was just... I can't discribe it.

How I hoped it was me you would asked to come with you to the Yule Ball in your fourth year. But you didn't.

Or do you remember our conversation at Dumbledore's funeral?

'What if I don't care?' I said fiercely. 'I care,' you said. 'How do you think I'd feel if this was your funeral... and it was my fault...' I looked away from you, over the lake. 'I never really gave up on you,' I said. 'Not really. I always hoped... Hermione told me to get on with life, maybe go out with some other people, relax a bit around you, because I never used to be able to talk if you were in the room, remember? And she thought you might take a bit more notice if I was a bit more- myself.' 'Smart Girl, that Hermione,' you said, trying to smile. 'I just wish I'd asked you sooner. We could've had ages... months... years maybe...'

Yeah, I remember it as if it was yesterday. I need you, Harry. Ask Ron and he will tell you the same, won't he?

I don't know, where you are when you receive my letter, because Ron wouldn't tell me where you three are going, but I think Hedwig is very quick to find you.

Where ever you are, whatever you're doing, take good care of yourself and of Hermione and Ron.

I hope to see you back soon.

If you are hurt or even murdered I will search the murderer myself and will murder him!

I know I've lost you. But I know I haven't lost you forever.

Ginny.»

«You knew it?» Harry asked Hermione. «Knew what?» she replied. «That Ginny was in love with me. How long? How long did you know?» «Since our second year.» «What? Why didn't you tell me?» «Ginny didn't want it, she was too shy and then you fell in love with Cho Chang that turned the whole thing. She started to go out with anybody else but you.» «It was your fault that she was dating this awful one in her fourth year? What was his name?» Ron said furious, looking from Harry to Hermione. «I think it was Zacharias Smith, wasn't it?» Hermione answered. «And it wasn't our fault. I didn't even know anything about Ginny,» Harry added and tried to defend himself. «That's right, you didn't know anything about her!» Ron said even more furious. «Boys! Don't argue! It doesn't help us on our way to find Voldemort. Just forget about it, will you?» «Okay, 'Mione.» «Don't call me like that.» «Like what then? Herm-Own-Nini?» «Ron! No one ever called me that!» «No? And what's about Krum?» «Oh, forget Krum. He doesn't matter anymore. Well, he's a good friend of mine, but he's too far away to help us.»