My
dearest Ginny, If you are reading this, I have died, and for
that I am sorry. I know that you are angry that I didn't say
anything before I left, but I knew you would disagree, that you were
the only one who could have made me stay. I I want
you to know that I love you, and your love has carried me through
since I was sixteen years old. You snapped me out of my depression
after Sirius died, you saved me from myself. You were the only one
that wasn't afraid to tell me exactly what I was doing – to
myself, and to everyone around me. I will always love, respect and
cherish you, for that, and many other things. Your love for me and
mine for you is what will bring Voldemort down. Dumbledore told me
that my greatest power was love, and I figured out the key to that
two weeks ago. I'm going to bring him down, and all the death
eaters along with him. How, you ask? I'm going to attack his
mind. I'm going to send every thought and feeling of love and
happiness straight to him, and then, I'm going to use a modified
killing curse. It isn't powered by hate. It's powered by pity,
and by hope. It will kill him, and the death eaters through the dark
mark. I You might want to tell Dumbledore or
the ministry how I did it. And they can screw off if they think I'm
evil because I used the killing curse. All of them. 'cause for one
thing, I'm dead now, and for another, it's the intent. My intent
was to save the world. My last saving-people-thing adventure. And I'm
doing it alone physically, but mentally you will all be there with
me, and you'll be the reason he's gone. It'll be love. I love
you more than anything, Ginny Potter. You are the light of my
life…and apparently, because you're reading this, death. Move on.
I know – it's easier said than done. But you have to do it,
because mourning me will make for a miserable life – and our kid
deserves better than that. You deserve better than that. I include a
will in the envelope this letter is in. I leave everything to you. My
money, my houses, my everything, it's yours. I do have one
last request. Make sure that our child has a happy life. Make sure
that they know that I loved them, that they know who I was. Not Harry
Potter the hero, but Harry Potter the person. I want them to know
that. I want them to know that I wasn't perfect, that I made
mistakes. I want them to know that I was happy, that I loved their
mother and them more then anything. Please do that for me. Please do
more than survive, live your life to the fullest. And tell Ron to get
on with it and ask 'Mione to marry him. They've been dating for
about two years now, correct? That's enough – they love each
other, they need to admit it. I want you to know this. You
can move on entirely, find someone new to love – I'll be watching
from wherever it is that I'll be, and I want you to do what makes
you happy. I won't be offended – but I ask that you remember me,
always. No matter who you love, remember me, your first love – as
you put it. I'm going now, and I wish that I wasn't – I don't
know what death is like, but I know that no matter what, wherever I
am, doing whatever I'm doing, I'll be missing you, always and
forever missing you. I am seriously dreading leaving you, but
I know that I'll be leaving you in a better world. A safer,
happier, kinder place to be. And I'm sorry you'll be raising our
child alone, but I'll be watching over you both. I don't want to
end this letter, knowing it will be my last words to you, but I do
know that I have to, so I'm going to do it the only way I can think
of doing it. Fast. I love you, Ginevra Molly Potter, with all my
heart and soul, and I always will. I'm sorry to be leaving you but
I know that no matter what happens, our love was pure and true and it
saved lives. Keep your head up, my red –headed angel, and know that
I will never stop loving you. I can't say it enough, but I guess
that has to be it, so let me tell you one last time; I love
you. Loving you, forever and always,
your husband,
Harry
James Potter
