Dear Hermione Granger,
I hate to leave you and the rest so soon after the war has been won, and I hate to do it like this, but you'd never let me leave any other way.
I think we both knew that it would end like this; me sneaking away, leaving a bunch of letters with useless explanations. You always knew I hated this world, despite all the beauties.
I guess that's why I'm leaving; because all I've ever know from this world is pain, and danger, and death.
I leave you all books from my main vaults, and I hope that you will be able to make a difference in the cruel world.
You will never be just Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of our age.
With all my love, Harry James Potter.
