A/N. I read this cute one shot once were Harry had written Ginny a letter while she was on the run, and Malfoy found it in the tent that the snatchers found and gave it to her. I was kinda dissappointed that there weren't any for anyone else though, so I started writing this. Enjoy!

Chapter One

Dear Ginny

Dear Ginny,

Well, if you got this letter, then I'm dead, I don't really know how else to say it. You have no idea how much I wish that you weren't reading this; that the war would end and I could destroy these and just pretend I never wrote them, but I know that's not going to happen. Life is never fair, so just in case…

Its April now, and I've been meaning to write these for ages, but I just couldn't do it. It would seem final, like only a month later you would be reading this.

I made a mistake Ginny, breaking up with you. Those few weeks we were together were amazing. For once I felt normal, not someone destined to be hunted by a madman for the rest of my life. When we kissed on my birthday, you reminded me of what I gave up, what I was leaving behind. I was so stupid Gin. You would be targeted anyway just because you're from a family of "blood traitors." I'm so, so sorry Ginny, for everything.

Now that I'm gone, I hate to thrust this on you, but you have to keep fighting. Don't mourn me. I died fighting Voldemort, and while I didn't have the best life, it was better than I had hoped when I was 10. I suppose I can finally rest now. I'm at peace, Ginny- I'm with my parents, Sirius, Cedric and Dumbledore. I'll even say high to your uncles for you. If there as much like Fred and George as everyone says, they shouldn't be hard to find. Don't give up because I'm gone. Don't lose all your fiery red haired temper either because I'm not there- someone needs to keep your brothers in check, your mum can't do it alone. If I didn't bring down Voldemort with me, then Ron and Hermione know what to do, and Hermione can convince Ron to let you help, I know it. It's up to you guys now, and Neville and Luna too, if they want to help.

Gin, you have to move on. Don't close yourself up like I did on way too many occasions. You need to grow old, play some pranks on Fred and George, play for the Harpies, get married, have kids, live your life to the fullest for me. Just dragging yourself out of bed every morning and working on auto pilot- that's surviving, not living.

Merlin, Ginny, you have no idea how much I want to do all that with you. Play one more game of quidditch at the Burrow, lose spectacularly to Ron at chess again, lock him and Hermione in a broom closet for a couple of hours, get married, have kids, grow old. I have a feeling we'll see each other again. Hopefully not for a long, long time. I want to win the Quidditch world cup first. I'll see you eventually. I love you Ginny. Goodbye for now.

-Harry

P.S. Bat-Bogey Percy a few times for me.

Some of Harry's handwriting was smeared from teardrops- both old ones of his from when he wrote the letter, and the ones that fell while she was reading. She wasn't supposed to find this, she noted in the back of her head, but she didn't care. Here it was, finally, proof. Solid written proof that Harry loved her. And not some kind of fleeting crush, real, true love, the kind you read about in fairy tales were they would do anything for each other. She smiled sadly through her still falling tears. Death has a strange way of making people come clean, she thought. People want someone to know their secrets. It gets them to admit to things they might never have otherwise. He wouldn't have said this if one of my brothers might have heard. He's private, but death changed even that.

She was tempted to look through the others, there was a whole stack of them, Hermione, Ron, Remus and Tonks, Mum and Dad, Percy (What is that about?), Fred and George, or just George now, Neville, Luna, everyone in the DA, even the Orderhad a letter, but she resisted. She wiped her eyes best she could, though she knew she was going to have to use a charm to hide it. Think Ginny- what did you come up here for? Broom servicing kit, right. She went back to searching through his trunk, recently recovered form the Dursley's home before they had returned, and found it under the rucksack she had just discovered the letters in. She shoved the letters in her robes, and the kit under her arm, and quietly headed towards the bathroom.

She took several breaths to try and calm herself, but found that she couldn't. The idea that Harry had thought, had accepted the fact that he might not make it out of the war alive scared her more than Voldemort ever could.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she never noticed someone else coming up behind her until someone said, "whats taking you so- oh... um...Ginny?"