A Harry Potter fic.

Harry's Goodbye.

by: bubble drizzles

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

AN: Hey, before I go on to the chapter, I have an important announcement. I'm working on a collab story with 5 fanfiction authors. It's a Percy Jackson story, though, but I'm also announcing it here because I know some of you also like PJO. If that is the case, please go to our shared account LegendsofLit and read the profile for more info on our fic. It's not ready yet, and it's not posted - we'll start posting when we're halfway through - but we suggest putting the account on Author Alert because we may have some short oneshots leading up to the story and a possible Sneak Peek.

Chapter 2's here!


Chapter 2: To James Potter.

Harry was sitting in his bed when Hermione walked in.

"So. . . did you. . . write one, yet?" she asked carefully.

"Hermione, we got home from the funeral barely an hour ago."

"Well, I know but I thought maybe. . . maybe you had written one already. It's ok if you haven't, I just-" She stopped when she saw Harry nodding and smiled brightly. "You wrote one? Really? Oh, thank you, Harry!" she said, wrapping her arms around him.

"Mione. . . Mione, can't breathe. . ."

"Oh, sorry." She let go of him, "So. . . who did you write it to?"

The boy who lived hesitated a moment before answering, "My mum."

Hermione's smile faltered a bit, "Your- Your mum? Oh."

"I know you probably didn't mean for me to write this to her, but she gave her life to protect me. I love her. She's my mum. I needed to write this letter to her."

"I- I understand, I understand. Did it work?"

"Surprisingly, it did."

The girl blinked, "It did? It worked?". Her smile widened, "I knew it, Harry! I knew it would work! You have to keep going, please, you have to!"

"I will, I will. I was about to start my next one when you came in."

"Really? Oh, can I see you writing it? Please?"

"I uh, I don't think that's a good idea. I need inspiration, I need to be alone. Sorry."

"Oh. Well, it's ok. Can I. . . can I read it after you're done?"

He frowned, "I'm sorry, Hermione, no. Not this one. You can read all the rest, just not this one. Too personal."

"I understand, Harry. I do. Who are you writing it to?"

"My dad."

"Your dad. . . "

"And then I'm leaving it on his grave. Like I did to mum's."

"Oh Harry!" she wrapped her arms around him once again, "You know I love you, don't you? I'm so, so proud of you. This is so sweet, I'm sure your parents would love it."

"Thanks, I guess," he said, pulling away from the hug.

"I'll let you and your letter alone, good luck!" And she closed the door.

His dad. James Potter. Oh how he wished he had his dad with him. . . would he be proud of him? Or would he be disappointed that he wasn't a true Marauder?

"Dear dad,

Hey. How are you? I hope you're well... I really do. I miss you.

I wish I could've spent more time with you. I play Quidditch, you know? Seeker. Everyone says you were obsessed over Quidditch. Would you be proud of me being the youngest seeker in a century? I wonder if we'd play Quiddith together if you were still here.

Everyone tells me I look just like you. I like that. You must have been a very handsome lad, haha.

I met Sirius and Remus, your old friends. They miss you too, dad. Well, missed. Now I bet you three - or four - are together and annoying mom again, aren't you? Padfoot and Moony told me a lot of things about your time at Hogwarts, Prongs. While, I didn't agree with some of what you did, I'm very proud of the Marauders and what they came to be. The Marauder's Map helped me greatly, you have no idea how much it did for me.

Snape was my Potions teacher at Hogwart. It seemed like he hated me for the most part, but in the end he turned out to be a great person. He helped keep me safe, dad. He really had a good heart. I know you and him weren't in the best terms, but you shouldn't have bullied him. He was obsessed over the Dark Arts, sure, but he changed.

Now that school's over and Voldemort's gone, I'm thinking about my future a lot. I want to become an Auror. Do I think I have potential? It's really the only thing that I'm interested in. I also wish to start a family one day, with my girlfriend Ginny Weasley. I even know the name for my kids. If it's a girl, Lily. If it's a boy, James.

I wish I could have saved you, even though I was just a baby. If I could bring you back, I would. I miss you so much. Thank you for helping me throughout the years, dad.

I love you.

Love,

Harry."

Folding the letter, he disapparated, back to the graves of the two people he loved the most.


Er, how was it? Review, please? :) And please do check out LegendsofLit if you're a Percy Jackson fan!

~bubble drizzles