1Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...
Chapter two-----------------
Dear Harry–everyone says writing to you will make me depressed. Well–at least Draco says that. Ginny's dead, and so is Ron. Voldemort killed them in front of me. Right after he killed you. And then Draco found me–lying on the ground, pretending I was dead. I wished I was dead. I really did.
But, why am I telling you these morbid thoughts of mine? I should be telling you of my-your-our daughter: Lily.
As I said in my last letter, I hope you do not mind me naming her after your mother. She really is beautiful. I wish you could see her now–
Hermione paused in her writing–blinking back tears.
Black hair–green eyes–glasses—oh...I'll be you'd love to hear this! Dumbledor is alive...I found him while I was tailing Lucius Malfoy. Voldemort had tortured him and he was barely alive. I took him back to where Draco and I were staying and made him strong again.
Then he took command of Hogwarts! We're staying there now. Lily is pranking the teachers! Oh dear...just like your father I'm afraid.
She has had more detentions then you and Ron put together!
Just remember that I love you Harry...and I miss you,
Hermione
