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It had been 5 days, 3 weeks and, 4 months since she had last seen him. It had been agony watching him walk away. Not knowing where he was going, when he was going to come back or even if he was going to come back. No Communication. That was the rule for this mission. It nearly killed them both to know that wouldn't hear of what happening to the other for at least a few weeks.
5 days, 3 weeks and 4 months. And still… nothing.
Life had been slow and mundane but mostly, depressing. Not depressing in the way that makes one question reality… no. The depressing that makes someone wish they could just get away… from everything.
Ginny was waking up from another sleepless night when there was the normal sound of the mail being delivered through the mail slot. When Harry had first left, she would rush downstairs every morning in the hopes that he would have broken the rules and wrote her, or would be coming home soon. She quickly lost hope.
Ginny reluctantly got out of bed and walked over to the window, as she did every morning since Harry had gone, and opened the blinds.
It was warm and there wasn't a could in the sky. The weather was almost mocking Ginny and her bad mood.
She turned around and looked at their looked the same since Harry had gone (his stuff anyway). His side of their bed was still made. His stuff in the closet remained untouched. And his knick-knacks (such as the snitch he caught when he was 11) were beginning to collect dust.
Ginny left the room, for the fear of not leaving it for the rest of the day if she didn't leave now. The quidditch season had ended only a week after Harry had left and Ginny was left with nothing to do besides clean the house.
Downstairs, Ginny looked at the front door mat, which was now completely covered in mail. Deciding that she should probably fix this, she lit a fire in the fireplace and started to look through the mail.
Letters from Mum asking how I am. Letters from Ron and Hermione asking when I can come over to their place and have diner. Daily Prophets. She began throwing the in the fire until she saw the tiniest note at the bottom of the pile. She almost couldn't believe her eyes. In his messy scrawl, there was a letter that read;
I love you!
~ Harry
She didn't know how long she had stared at the 3 words. She just knew that this was the feeling she had felt in 5 days, 3 weeks and, 4 months.