Harry,

I had a dream last night. Just that is quite uniqe, because I wasn't dreaming for few long weeks, but it's not the matter. The matter is that you were there.

It was a bathroom – a very nice bathroom, just like one I want to have in my own house – with big mirror, soft towels near the wash basin and bright walls. There were sunflowers on the shelf and by the small window sun was breaking in. It was like sunny summer morning.

I was just standing in the door and watching – you were in your vivid red pajama pants (that ones with snitches near ankles) and in baggy Puddelmere United t–shirt. Shaving gel was almost all over your face and you looked just funny. You were so focused on the razor that it made me laugh. You spotted me in the mirror, turned to me and said something that I wasn't able to hear, and then I noticed that specific light drops in your eyes – you have it always when you are going to do something illigal but fun, you know? You smirked, came closer to me, quickly effaced the gel from your face with your hand and smashed it all over my nose. And then you grinned. "You bastard!" I was going to scream with laugh but then the conscious came to me – conscious that now I have no idea where you are, that it's war all around and that, in my dream, I was able to touch you. To feel you. So I didn't scream, but just put my arms around you and held you as tight as I can. You looked suprised, but hugged me back and again told something I wasn't able to hear. Then you kissed me in the top of my head and smiled.

You were so real in this dream. Every little part of you was just as I remembered, you know? Even your smell. Do you know how do you smell? It's something sunny in it, and there are raspberrys and mint. I just love that, I could smell it for rest of my life and even longer.

It was – with no doubts – the best dream I've ever had. And the best thing in it was that it gave me strenght. Because I belive that one day that dream will come true – that some day we will have a sunny bathroom with sunflowers on the shelf and soft towels near the wash basin. And – Merlin! – I belive that one day we will defeat Voldemort and Snape, and Carrows, and that we will be able to create a family, Harry. I am in love with idea watching you every morning in your pajama pants, with wild–messy hair and sleep bags under your eyes. Belive me, for that idea I am able to stand up, fight, and, for Merlin's sake, win that war!

So I talked to Neville already. He is happy that I'm in again. We are going to face the Carrows, who cares how much pain will it cost. Now, when I have vision of our furure, Harry, I can stand it. I'm sure. And somebody must resist them! We have to show them – and all other students – that there are still people who would never give up.

It's almost half of October. Over two months since you were gone. Sometimes I'm wondering what do you do and where you are? Are you taking care of yourself? – no, definitely not. I know you good enough to know this.

But do you think that everyone around hates you? With that whole ministerial "Undesirable Number 1" action you can be forced to belive that you really are not welcome by wizards. But it's a lie, Harry! For many of us you are symbol of hope, loyality, bravery and love. Please, do not belive in any ministerial shit.

I miss you, love. Not even from selfish motives (ok, from them too), but I miss you because you would know how to kick Carrows arses, and now I really wanna do this.

Always love you,

Gin.