A/N: This is a Harry/Ginny fic *rolls eyes* duh... it's set in DH, basically when Harry gets attacked by "Bathilda Bagshot" (who was really Nagini). I was literally lying in bed, and this idea popped in my head.

Needless to say, I was very tired the next morning.

P.S. Ginny knows that Harry will probably never read this, and doesn't intend to send it.. She just needs to vent her feelings. A LOT.

Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling, and do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters.

Dear Harry bloody Potter,

I hate it! I hate it ALL , Harry! For Merlin's sake, you didn't ask for your parents to be murdered! You didn't ask to have to fight You-Know-Who! "Oh hello, ol' Voldy m'friend! I'm bored to barmyness today, so I fancied taking you down! Just let me finish taking my Barmy Brew potion and I'll Avada you!" NO. You git just had to do the noble thing and go on your stupid, cocked-up quest!

Somewhere deep down, the logical part of me says in a very Hermione-ish manner that "It was to save the wizarding world. He has a very good reason, Ginerva. You know that you understand and that's why you love him and when, not if , you see him you'll forgive him." And then the Fred-and-George part of me just has to add "And then either curse his arse into the next millennium or snog him senseless. The latter is the most preferable." Urgh! Shut up, voices-in-my head!

They are right though, I reckon. I know that that's why you broke up with me. I know that you did it to protect me from You-Know-Who, so he wouldn't use me for bait. I know why. And I knew it would probably happen eventually, because that's just who you are. I would accept it, because I have to. But… that doesn't stop it from hurting any less.

It wasn't fair, Potter! You can't just give me a taste of what it's like to be with you and just leave for your noble reasons! And then when I kissed you the day before the wedding,you bloody KISSED ME BACK! I love you, Harry, and I'll be damned if you don't feel the same! But I never, never got to tell you that, and the thing is I might never get to tell you that.

We could all die! It's happening, Harry, it's happening every day. Muggles and wizards alike are both being killed and tortured!

There's a statue in the Ministry, right were the golden one with the wizard, witch and company used to be. It's made of black marble, crudely carved to look like the skeletons of Muggles. The skeletons are weaved into a throne made for the pure-bloods. It's terrible, Harry. Amycus Carrow (the new Muggle Studies teacher) took us to see it on the second day of school. He said it was showing what Muggles should be doing, and if we didn't believe it, we deserved to die.

The prejudice has only gotten worse since I went back to Hogwarts! Half my friends are in hiding now because they aren't pure-bloods!

I've only got the DA now, Harry. They've become almost like a second family to me, they have. Neville and I've been starting to put some of WWW's products to good use. I perfected the Shrinking Charm on the Skiving Snackboxes, so people can't always see them. It gives the added benefit of not knowing you're about to retch your guts up before you swallow the Puking Pastilles. Fred and George would be proud.

Last week, Neville and I pulled off "Operation Hair" on Snape. It was hilarious, Harry, bloody hilarious. I know you'd have wanted to see it. First, I cast the Impervious Charm on his hair, and Peeves (we managed to bribe him to help us; though it wasn't that hard) started chucking random stuff at him. It all slid right off Snape's hair. It was so funny; the whole Great Hall was in stitches! Well, take the Slytherins, but I don't think some of them up. It's of my personal opinion that Theodore Nott has overdosed on U-No-Poo. Neville agrees.

I think the DA has inspired people, Harry. We've given them a reason to fight. It's started to get harder and harder to keep missions up on larger scales, though, because so many of us are staying home, missing, on the run, or dead. Luna's gone, and she was right up there at the top of the DA with Neville and I. The Death Eaters took her off the train going home for Christmas. I really do miss her already, and school hasn't even started yet.

It's getting worse and worse at Hogwarts, Harry. Muggle Studies is the class where all they do is tell us how filthy and primitive Muggles are. A hag (almost literally, she's a Death Eater too) named Alecto Carrow teaches it.

Defense Against the Dark Arts isn't Defense anymore, either. A troll (well, he's not really one) named Amycus teaches it, but now it's basically just the Dark Arts. Amycus teaches us the Unforgivables, and we're supposed to try them on kids who've gotten detentions. I can't do it, Harry, I just can't. I won't Crucio a person, or Imperio one either. So they give me detentions and use them on me instead. I've learned to fight the Imperius, though. I know you did that in your 4th year. Unfortunately, that just means they us the Cruciatus on me more.

The Cruciatus hurts like hell, Harry. I feel like I've been Bludgered a million times while falling off my broom into Fiendyfire. I try to stay strong, but it's been really, really hard.

I'm home at the Burrow, and even if I'm relatively safe, it still hurts. It hurts, Harry, when I had to tell Mum that the blossoming bruise on my face was from a Bludger. It was actually from Alecto using the Cruciatus Curse on me when I asked her if she was related to Annis Black (I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist). We don't even play Quidditch anymore, for Merlin's sake. Snape banned anyone (that's not in Slytherin, of course) from playing it. Though even if I could play, I probably wouldn't. It reminds me too much of you.

I haven't told my family about us. Fred knows, though. He's always been one of the more sensitive Weasleys. He came upon me after you left at the wedding and comforted hasn't told anyone, though. He's always been my favorite brother.

Mum knows we were together too, I'm sure of it. Bloody Seer, that woman is. As soon as I came home, she asks me who broke up with me. And then she asked if it was you, Harry, when you came over to the Burrow. I didn't exactly confirm it, but I didn't do anything to correct her either. Mum always, always knows whats going on with us Weasleys. You should've seen when the twins snuck off with Angelina and Alicia, Mum was- erm, I'll tell you later.

Do you know what day it is, Harry? If you don't, then let me tell you that it's officially been Christmas Day for an hour. Merry Christmas and a happy New Year, I guess. I know you lot won't be coming. I think we all do, actually. I can hear Mum sobbing as she puts your jumpers under the tree. I knitted yours this year, Harry; its green (just like your eyes) and covered with a border of Snitches. I don't want a jumper myself, though. I apologize for the cheesiness, but all I want for Christmas is you. I had a dream last night, Harry. You three were here, and You-Know-Who was dead (I would've called him by his real name, but the Snatchers put it on taboo. Please, please, Harry, don't say the name. They'll find you.). We were all alive and healthy. We opened our presents, and everyone came over: Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley, Sirius (who was cleared and alive), and even Percy was there and not being a pomous prat. George (both ears intact) and Fred set off fireworks before bed. You stayed for the hols and over New Years, and we had our beginning-of-the-year snog. And when I woke up, I actually cried because I know it won't happen happen.

Christmas is going to be a small affair this year, sadly. Just the twins, Mum, Dad and I. Charlie is busy with his damn dragons, and Bill and Fleur are having their 'own' Christmas (I think they're hiding something, but maybe I'm just paranoid). And then there's you three.

Wherever the hell you are, Harry, I wish you a happy Christmas, and all the luck in the world with your Horcrux (I think that's what I heard you call it (Extendable Ears are really handy, by the way) but I dunno what the in the name of Godric they are) hunt.

I know you'll probably never read this, but you have to succeed, Harry. For me, for Sirius, your Mum and Dad, Mad- Eye, and all the others that've lost their lives to the You-Know-Who.

After this is all over, we can be together again, relive those few blissful weeks last year. And all I can hope is that this all over by next Christmas,and we can spend the rest of our lives together. Win, Harry, you've got to.

All my love,

Ginny.

R&R, please! Did you like it?

P.S. I'm thinking of writing a story about Bill and Fleur's wedding in Deathly Hallows, when Harry leaves (Ginny's POV, of course) . Thoughts?

Thanks,

AW844 :)