Hello, you gorgeous readers, you! (except for you, Malfoy, I can't f**king stand you!)

I have finished another darling story for y'all to read, eh? It's a response to ReillyJade's "A Letter from my Hogwarts Days" challenge (a letter to a HP character's future self). The character I got was Ginny Weasley (yes!) and these are her thoughts. I don't think I need to tell you when this was written :)

Enjoy, and review! Reviews make me happy :)

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I Hope You Know

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November 8, 1996

Just got back from detention, again. It's really late - almost morning, in fact - but I figured this was as good a time as any to do this.

It's hard to write, seeing as half of my right arm is burnt from enduring a Carrow "detention" (how they can call themselves Professors I'll never understand) but I need to get it all down. I need to remember what sixth year was like, the overwhelming bad as well as the small moments of good. This is a letter to my future self, after all.

Dumbledore's Army is on again. Neville, Luna and I started it up when it became apparent that the first half of the DADA acronym is nonexistent at Hogwarts. We're undermining Snape's rule over this school; we cause mayhem. Neville in particular is living up to the Gryffindor name; it's like he's unconsciously stepping up to the pedestal Harry left behind.

Harry. Merlin, how I miss him. Protecting me, my ass; I don't need protection. The Carrows have made it perfectly obvious that they don't want to spill too much pure blood. That's why Lavender got less than what she probably deserved when they caught her marking up the Great Hall.

Then again, that's why I love Harry so damn much. He has a huge heart that aches when people he cares about get hurt.

So I'm trying, for his sake. I'm toeing the line, just like Fred and George did when they were at school, only the penalty for rule-breaking is so much more severe.

However, I just know that, if Harry were here, he'd be in on the rebellion with as much fervor as the rest of us. He, Ron, and Hermione would be making Snape's life a living hell if they weren't off saving the wizarding world from someone far more dangerous.

They'd better have survived. I know that my future self can't tell me exactly what happens, but I wish I knew if they'd come home from their mission safe and (relatively) in one piece. I want to know that the Carrows and Snape get overthrown, that Voldemort is defeated, that I'll be able to live the rest of my life safe in Harry's arms. That he'll come back to me, just like he promised.

The sun is coming up, and I haven't slept a wink. Maybe I can get some sleep in Flitwick's class; he's usually pretty lenient about these things, nowadays. Neville was going on about stealing the sword of Gryffindor. I think it's a great idea, but I don't know exactly how we'll accomplish it. Could we get it to Harry somehow? Maybe he'd be able to use it.

I hope you live in a better world, whoever is reading this. It could be me ten years from now. In the event of my death, I hope it's Harry, and I hope he is reading about how much I love him, and that I've missed him every single day since the wedding.

God bless you, now and forever,

Ginny Weasley

Aww! Wasn't that touching?

*cricket chirping*

Okay, okay, geez. *pouts*

Anyhoo, I would really appreciate the reviews you could so generously give me, seeing as I love you all (again, not you Malfoy!)

Thanks for reading?