Dear Ron,

I recieved your letter quite a few days ago, and I didn't know how to respond. I have tried writing draft upon draft of this letter. When I got your letter, I didn't recognize the owl, and that shows just how long we haven't seen each other for.

Reading what you wrote re-opened the wounds that I have been struggling with to close. When Voldemort was killed only a few months after graduating, I asked him what he had done to our Hermione. He was dying, slowly, and I only had to say those two words to finish him off. But I didn't. I had to know what had happened to her. He turned his head back towards me, a grin on his disgusting face. His eyes were wide, red, evil. He slowly shook his head.

"Stupid boy."

I have never told anyone this. I would have gone to Professor Dumbledore, but, well, you know what happened to him. I couldn't talk to you, or anyone else, because I knew I knew that that would re-open all of those gashes that had already been inflicted upon us over the years.

Looking back, you could say that I'm sorry I didn't tell anyone. Voldemort has long since died, and I don't know if this would have changed anything. If this would mean that he didn't take Hermione.

Luna is well, as are the children. Jamie, who is 4 now, saw me crying while reading your letter.

"Daddy," she asked, "what's the matter?"

I wiped the tears from my cheeks, and said to her, "Something that I hope you never, ever have to deal with."

To deal with the loss of one of your best friends, for your best friend to lose his sole mate. For the world to lose so many of the greatest wizards of all time.

Ron, I can't tell you to move on, because I know I haven't. If I had, I would have written this letter to you many years ago. I can't tell you to stop hoping that she will come back into our lives, because every night, I stay up hours after everyone has gone to sleep, looking out the window, hoping to see her walking down the street. And I can't tell you to stop missing her. 'Cause I miss her too.

Maybe we can see each other some time. I don't know. I miss you Ron. I miss you, and Hermione, and you and Hermione.

I know this letter doesn't say much, but I still miss her too. I think I always will. In fact, I hope I always will. I don't want to forget her. Like you said, when she left, The Music Died.

Love,

Harry