Dear Harry,

It's been a week, and I miss you so much. I see your pain and grief every time you visit my
grave. I'm so sorry I let it happen.
I know that it was my fault. It was a severe lack of common sense on my part to not
notice the Death Eater behind me. What's hardest for me to deal with is that you stood there,
watching it happen, but unable to help. Remember, Harry, it wasn't your fault. I want you to
remember that. Let it be your mantra, darling.
It's really different here, mostly because I'm without you. It's nice seeing Cedric and
Dumbledore again, but who I really wanted was to visit you.
The others told me not to, that it would only cause more suffering. I didn't listen. They let
you pick when and where to go. I chose a quiet and unassuming day in our fifth year. We were all
busy getting ready for our OWLs, and writing hundreds of essays. But the only thing I saw as my
fifteen-year-old self was the time I wasted in books instead of being with you and Ron.
I'm sure if I had chosen any other one I would feel the same. The time we spent apart
during Crookshanks and Scabbers fiasco. Being a snob when we first met on the train. How I
would always stay late at work and not play with baby James.
Harry, life is a precious commodity. It took death for me to realize it. I want you to make
that discernment in your own mind. Try to move on. Don't spend more time than you need
grieving. Take care of James, and watch him grow. If you ever feel like you might you have found
another, don't let my memory stop you. I want you to be happy, and enjoy every second of your
time on Earth.
I asked the others if any person has ever completely understood life's importance until
they are gone. They said no. But I want you to try, Harry. Don't let it slip away. I love you,
sweetheart.

Hermione