The story below, follows the same storyline of my other fanfiction here named ''Letters From Hogwarts'' still, it takes place a few weeks before it, so again, in this story, Harry is a single father.
The inspiration for this story came after a song in the movie Mary Poppins Returns and the lyrics of this song, is slightly changed, to accomadate this story. So, again, neither the characters of this story, or the song inside, belongs to me.
Please enjoy.
A CONVERSATION
It was Hermione who had given him the idea of writing a letter. She said that it was quite therapeutic for Muggles, as she herself had done it once and it had worked.
''My grandmother died a few months before I received the Hogwarts letter. I was very upset of course, so my mother suggested to me that I write my grandmother a letter, telling her everything I was feeling. So I did, and I keep the letter with me until today.'' Hermione had said one afternoon, while visiting the Potters with Hugo and Rose ''I'm sure it will help you move on, Harry, and I'm sure she will love it, wherever she is.'' She patted his shoulder and in response, Harry just nodded.
It had been a year since Ginny had passed and Harry hadn't moved on a bit. If it wasn't for the children and Ron and Hermione, fear would have already made Harry do something reckless.
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That night, after the children had gone to bed, Harry had sat in his study and started to write whatever came to mind, hoping that Hermione´s suggestions would help him get a bit better and cheer himself up, especially with the fact that Albus was going to start Hogwarts soon.
To Ginny,
We haven't spoken in so long, dear, this year has gone by in a blur. Today, it seems everything has gone wrong here, I'm looking for the way things were.
I know you would laugh and call me tragic, cause everything's in disarray.
These rooms were always full of magic that has now vanished since you went away.
This house is crowded now with questions, our boys are walking questionnaires and I could surely use a few suggestions on how to brush our daughter's hair.
If they needed explanations, you always knew just what to say. I miss our family conversations, it's silent, since you went away….
Harry had stopped writing for a bit, for his glasses had started to get foggy, and he needed to clean them. At other times, he would of used magic, but not even magic had he been doing anymore.
He had looked through the window, to the cleary night sky, winter has gone and was coming again in a few months, but Harry felt like the cold was everywhere, the warm and the flowers from a free nearby, had gone away as well.
With a deep breath, Harry returned to his letter.
'I'll carry on the way you told me'… I say that like I have a choice and though you are not here to hold me, in the echoes I can hear your voice.
Still one question fills my day, dear, the answer I've most longed to know, each moment since you went away dear, where´d you go? I wish I could know.
He had stopped writing abruptly again, for tears were running down his face, blurring his sight and fogging his glasses, besides that, Hermione's suggestion hadn't helped him in the slightest. On the contrary, writing Ginny a letter, had made him even more depressed.
This way, he closed the envelop, hid it within his other papers and, holding back his tears, he walk toward the window, to look at the clear sky, wishing more than anything that his Ginny were looking to him, wherever she was.
END.