Hey. I wrote this, again, on a whim when our youth pastor at church told us how he has this book he writes letters, poems, and cards in for his wife and Sons' (Kai and Kademon). He also mentioned, sarcasticly and seriously, how much money he saved on cards. He's a quirky dude. And he's like the same age as Harry! More or less...
Disclaimer: My name dosen't start with a J! (it starts with a m for those of dim minds) Therefore, I'm no J.K. Rowling. Sad.
Ginny walked into her dormitory, eyes still wet from tears. Next to George and her parents, Fred's death had been the most devastating for her.
She fell back on her bed, rubbing her eyes, trying to free them of their tiers. Ginny hit her head on something hard.
"Ow," she said, not being very hurt, but hurt enough for an exclamation, no matter how deadpan it was.
Ginny took the foreign book from her pillow, a bit skeptical of it, seeing as she was possessed by one, much like the in her hands now, in her first year. She opened it cautiously, anyway.
On the first page was a letter. It read:
Dear Ginny, 5/3/97
I promise you this is no joke. This is no dark magic. This is just a book from me to you.
Now that that's out of the way, I would like to say I'm sorry. About everything. I miss you terribly, Ginny. I know you're mad at me right now, but I beg your forgiveness.
I know I broke up with you. You know it hurt me just as much, if not more, than it hurt you. I'm sorry, but you know I was doing it to protect you.
I know I didn't say goodbye. You know that if I had come, though, I wouldn't have the courage to go. I couldn't just go up to all of my friends and your family I (whom I consider my family) and say, 'Okay, bye. I'm going into the forbidden forest to fight Voldemort to the death. Wish me luck!' The pain and guilt would stop me in my tracks. My feet would be glued to the floor, and my arms glued around you.
I know I scared you when I came out of the Forbidden Forest in Hagrid's arms. I know my death nearly killed you, but you now know I am still alive and conscious.
I know you're mad at me for all I've done to you. You know I ask your forgiveness. And even if you aren't, you're probably still mad at me. You know I thought this was the best way. For one thing, I was out of the vicinity of your hexes. When you're ready to talk, my ears and heart are open for you.
Yours forever and always, Harry
P.S. I love you. I Truly do.
Ginny sat staring at the book. She knew in her heart that she loved him and forgave him, but her mind wouldn't accept it.