Dear Lily,

How do you send letters to the dead? Do I place them on your grave in Godric's Hollow to be blown away with the wind? Do I read them aloud to you to hear? Is there no way to read you my letters?

Or is there no point in writing because nobody is there to receive them?

I can only hope that you are still watching me, and know that I am sorry. Sorry that I took you for granted.

My biggest regret was letting you slip away from me. Many times I'm left to wonder how things would be today if I had been smarter. It's pointless though, because you're gone now, and nothing could ever be the same. Maybe you were meant to die for Harry. Maybe it would have been the same if we had a son. But it's hardly fair, because you are the most beautiful, most loving and sweetest girl the earth has ever seen.

I think of you in everything that I do. Everywhere that I go, you're beside me, guiding me. When I'm about to make bad choices, you reprimand me like you always used to do. Perhaps I've gone mad, but it's almost like we're together again, in that field where we first met all those years ago.

Whenever I start to slip away in sadness, remembering you, I just remind myself of how many lives you've changed. James, Sirius, Remus, our Professor's, your family, your friends, your sister's, Harry's, Mine, and the lives of everyone in the world. Because it was your love that defeated the dark lord, and you are the reminder to everyone that love can prevail in a world that seems so far gone.

Harry. I watch him for you everyday. He's growing up, no longer the baby who was taken from his mother when he was so young, no longer the child who lived under the staircase, no longer the small boy who arrived at Hogwarts when he was 11, still confused about the world in which he had just entered, and why everyone knew of him, but he hardly knew himself. Now he's a man, a strong man who is going to defeat Voldemort once and for all. You did not die in vain. Harry continues to live out your legacy each day.

I remain at Hogwarts, trying to keep on the cold mask that I have adopted of late. I don't like what I see around me, but I hold on to the fact that It will be over soon. That we will see each other again. With my eyes I have seen too many lives lost, some of them at my hand, but I am reminded that I have reason. I'm not just a ruthless killing monster like I pretend to be, like they think I am. I care about Harry, I care about you so I keep on pretending. I keep the cold mask on tightly.

I promise that I'll protect your son Harry for as long as I live. Which won't be long, once the dark lord finds out that the elder wand doesn't belong to him. Soon I will join you, and we'll see each other again. I'll die for the cause too, and we'll both be remembered.

I miss you, a lot.

Sev