A/N: I know this kind of Fanfiction is probably overdone a lot. You know, letters to people of fanfiction, or letters to the characters. However, these letters are just a compilation of things I thought needed to be said. I'll probably do these by fives-that is, if people want to read them. I'm really hoping that people will review! I've noticed that a lot of people have been marking "One Last Goodbye" as a Favourite Story. I've also noticed that it has so many views, but no one's reviewing! I only have three reviews for that story. So I'm hoping if you're reading this, then you'll go and read & review that story. Also, if you have any ideas for the letters, please feel free to review with your ideas!

DISCLAIMER: You see . . . if I was J.K. Rowling in any way, I would probably be trying to create a series of novels about the Marauders instead of writing this. But since I am not qualified nor am I J.K. Rowling, I'm writing Letters to No One :P


Dear Sev,

I know you were probably less than happy that Harry is Pot—James' son, but thank you for keeping him safe. Thank you for saving him in his first Quidditch match. Thank you for attempting to teach him Occlumency. Thank you for sending him your Patronus when he was searching for the sword of Godric Gryffindor. Most importantly, thank you for turning your loyalties to Dumbledore and doing what was right. You were so brave, living a double life and standing up to the Dark Lord. I'm not sorry that I chose James, but I am sorry that our friendship couldn't have lasted longer. But thank you again. Hope to see you here in heaven.

Lots of love,

Lily


Dear Lily,

I'm sorry for being such an "arrogant toe-rag" as you like to call me. All I wanted was for you to feel the same way as I do about you, but I was too thickheaded to realize what I was really doing. Well, maybe I knew I was irritating you, but it's just the look in your eyes and the way your-Maybe I'm going too far into this. Anyways, I don't mind if you want to keep hating my guts. I'm pretty sure that I deserve it. And you don't have to worry, I'm not writing to ask you out again. I figured that you've made it quite clear that you don't want to associate with me, nonetheless date me. However, I hope we can be friends or at least pleasant acquaintances, and that you'll accept my apology. Sorry for all the trouble I've caused you, Evans . . . er . . . I mean, Lily (if you'll let me call you that).

Sincerely,

James


Dear Molly,

Thank you for being the motherly figure Harry needed for the years I was gone. I'll never be able to thank you enough for that, but I'm trying to make up for it to you by taking care of Fred. Don't worry; I'll take care of him until you come here to meet him again. And please take care of Harry until it's his turn to come here. I figure he doesn't need help now that he's a fully qualified wizard, but Merlin knows that trouble usually finds him.

Thank you again,

Lily


Dear Lily,

I miss you Lily. I'm sorry for not coming to your wedding. I'm sorry for not inviting you to mine. I'm sorry for not being a good sister to you. I'm sorry for calling you a freak. I'm sorry for accusing you and that boy of reading my mail all those years ago. I'm sorry for getting mad at you just because Dumbledore didn't let a . . . person like me get into . . . Hogwarts. I'm sorry for shunning you and Potter . . . I mean, James. Most importantly, I'm sorry for acting so crude to your son. I couldn't look at those eyes of his. Every time I did, I saw you. I love you, sis. I'm sorry if I never said before that night in Godric's Hollow . . .

Your sister,

Petunia


Dear Hermione,

I hope you're smiling while you're reading this. There's that smile. Now I'm smiling because you just smiled and I know you read this part. So, as you've said before, just because I "have the emotional range of a teaspoon", doesn't mean that everyone else does. For example you. Fred and George have taken the mickey out of me for all that, mind you. George will probably do it again when he figures out I wrote this. Anyways, er, that's not the point. My point is that . . . I love the way your furrow your eyebrows when you're confused or focused on something. I loved the way you call me Ronald when you're mad at me. I love how you seem to know the answer to everything. I loved how you hexed McLaggen at the Quidditch tryouts in fifth year just so I could get a spot as Keeper (Harry told me). I love the expression on your face when you get worried about Harry or me. I love the look in your eyes when you get angry with me. I loved how you said my name and brought me to you and Harry in the woods. I loved how mad you were at me when I came back to the tent (although, I probably should've been worried). I loved the kiss we shared before the battle even though Harry was yelling in our ears "OY! THERE'S A WAR GOING ON HERE!" I was scared when the troll was stuck with you in the girls' lavatory. I was scared when the basilisk petrified you in second year. I was scared when you tried to stop Lupin from attacking us when he was a werewolf. I was scared when you said you already had a date to the Yule Ball. I was scared when Grawp picked you up in fifth year. I was scared you'd get hurt when the Death Eaters came to the Astronomy Tower in sixth year. I was scared the year we didn't go to Hogwarts. I was scared during the war. I need you, 'Mione. I love you, 'Mione. Marry me?

-Ron