A Harry Potter fic.

Harry's Goodbye.

by: bubble drizzles

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

AN: Hi! So here's chapter one. I don't really like how this turned out . . . I wanted it to be deeper and more emotional. It's his mom! I rewrote it several times, but when I couldn't find anything better, I decided to leave it like this.

Chapter 1: To Lily Evans.

Harry sat down on his bed and grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment. He promised Hermione he would try the letters . . . but who would he write it to? Who would be the first? Sirius, Lupin, Fred. . . ? And that's when it hit him. Lily Evans.

His mother gave her life to protect him, it was only right to begin this new experience with her. But what to write? There were so many things Harry wanted to say to her. He wasn't even sure he'd manage to put all of that into a single letter. Could he even write something? Would he be able to write down what he felt or would his emotions get the best of him?

He didn't know, but he was willing to try.

"Dear mum,

I think what Hermione meant when she told me to write these letters was that I wrote it to people who died during the war. This war. I'm sure she didn't mean you or dad; she must think I'm over that. But the truth is I'm not. I'll never be over any of this. You and dad are the two people I miss the most. I understand people had to go to save the world, doesn't mean I like it. But that gave me the stength to keep going, to defeat Voldemort, to try and make the world a better place. You and dad helped me, mum.

Living with the Dursleys was awful, but at least I was near your sister. At least I was close to some part of you. Aunt Petunia, she. . . she never hated you. You two might have fought a lot, she might have hated the fact that you could go to Hogwarts and she couldn't, and because of that jealousy, she might have wanted to distance herself from you and the magic world as much as possible. But she never hated you. I lost a mother that night in Godric's Hollow; she lost a sister.

Everyone tells me I have your eyes. Thank you very much for giving me them, mum. It makes me feel closer to you, somehow. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. . . would that mean we have the same soul? Am I as kind-hearted as you, as talented as you, as brave as you? I wish I could've known you better.

Mum, I miss you so much. I wish you could be here with me; you and dad. I have to be strong for everyone, but sometimes I wish I could break down and cry. Sometimes, I wish I had you to comfort me, mum.

Thank you for everything. For sacrificing yourself to save me, for being the amazing woman everyone says you were, for being there for me even when I couldn't see you.

Wish you were here, wish you well. I love you so much.

Love,

Your son, Harry."

He looked at the letter and sighed, it wasn't exactly how he wanted it. It didn't really show what he felt, his deepest emotions, what he really wanted to explain to his mum. But, well, he just found it hard to write down his feelings. He wasn't that good with words. . .

Why was he worrying about this, anyway? It wasn't like his mum was going to recieve the letter . . . right? Although some part of him secretly wished she would.

He was about to call Hedwig to deliver the letter when he remembered: Hedwig was dead. Dead. Not here. Not waiting for a letter to deliver, not wanting something to eat, not with him. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to stop the tear that was threatening to slip, and got up. If Hedwig wasn't here anymore. . . well, he didn't want any other owl to deliver a letter of this importance. He made his way downstairs and told Mrs. Weasley he was leaving and would be back in 15 minutes.

He apparated in Godric's Hollow and slowly walked to his parents' grave, where he left his letter. He sat next to the graves and stayed there for a few minutes, lost in thought. Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe this would really work.

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