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Christmas Wishes

Harry's Wish

Harry Potter sat in the cold tent thinking about the one person who meant the most to him, his ex-girlfriend, Ginny Weasley.

Things hadn't been going well as of late, what with having no luck in their hunt for Voldemort's Horcruxes since they had recovered the Locket from Umbridge at the Ministry of Magic many months ago.

Then there had been the fight with Ron and his abandoning him and Hermione, leaving the two of them to struggle forward on their own.

Hermione was currently in her room, probably crying again, leaving Harry sitting and thinking alone. That's what she did most of the time any more, something that made Harry feel extremely guilty.

To distract himself, he turned on the wireless that had come with the tent they had borrowed from Mr Weasley. Though he knew it was almost Christmas, he hadn't known it was Christmas Eve until it was mentioned on the wireless.

Since Ginny wasn't at Hogwarts, he couldn't stare at her dot on the Marauder's Map like he did when she was there. It only added to his melancholy and he found he missed her more than ever.

His attention was drawn to the wireless as a new song began to play.

I'm dreamin' tonight of a place I love
Even more than I usually do
And although I know it's a long road back
I promise you

He smiled sadly, recognizing the tune from when he was younger, locked up in the cupboard under the stairs on Christmas, listening through the door while his so called relatives celebrated.

Grabbing a piece of parchment, he began to write.

My Dearest Ginny,

I hope you'll forgive me if I'm no longer allowed to use that term. It's Christmas Eve and I find myself missing you more than ever. I now realize what a prat I was for how I treated you. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

All I can say in my defence was that I wasn't thinking clearly and wish that I had the chance to do things over because I'd certainly do them differently now. With all I've been through it's made me sit down and think about things, something I've had a lot of time to do recently.

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

I want you to know that the thing that has gotten me through the dark days and lonely nights has been my thoughts of you and the life we could have once this is over. I know I should have told this to your face when I had the chance, but I need to do it now, so I'm writing it and promise to say it to you in person the first chance I get. I Love You, Ginny, with all my heart.

I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

How I wish that I was there with you right now, sitting in the parlour at the Burrow, snuggled together after making endless paper chains, drinking some of your Mum's fabulous hot chocolate, watching the fairy lights twinkling on the Christmas tree adding colourful highlights to your amazing red hair, making you look even more beautiful than you all ready are.

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

I pray that by next Christmas that we'll be spending it together, that's if you'll have me and we can start our life together without all this hanging over us. It's the dream of that, that keeps me going.

I hope you are having a Happy Christmas,

I love you,

Harry

If only in my dreams

Harry glanced to make sure Hermione was still in her room as he quietly exited the tent. He knew he was taking a huge risk but he didn't really care. To him, Ginny was worth any risk and it just felt right.

He knew if she caught him, he was in for the lecture of his life and though he loved her like a sister, he'd had all the lectures he could take.

Walking a short distance from the tent, he called out softly, "Kreacher, I need you."

There was a soft pop and the old elf appeared before him.

"How mays Kreacher be of service, Master Harry?" the elf asked with a deep bow.

"Can you deliver this to Ginny Weasley?" Harry asked, holding out the scroll of parchment.

"Yes, Master Harry. Kreacher can deliver your letter for you," Kreacher replied.

"If you can, make sure she is alone," Harry said as he handed Kreacher the scroll.

"As you wish," Kreacher replied, bowing once more. Then with another pop, the elf was gone.

Harry sighed sadly, wishing he could have gone with Kreacher instead of just sending his letter but he knew if he went back to the Burrow now that he'd probably not have the willpower to leave.

He stared up into the clear night sky, the moon was just a small sliver, letting the stars shine brightly. He let the stillness of the calm night around him fill him with a sense of peace.

Though he knew that many trials lay ahead, right at that moment, he pushed it from his mind. He let his thoughts drift to Ginny and how much he loved her and just for a while, let go of his troubles, relishing the warm feelings he experienced thinking about his dream of the life he wished for with the woman he loved completely.