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This letter is during Harry's hunt for the Horcruxes after Ron left but before the Doe scene. It's from Harry to Ginny.

Ginny,

I'd give anything to be back at Hogwarts with you. I never told you this, but my life never really felt normal. Before Hogwarts, I was an orphan and had all these strange things happen to me. At Hogwarts, I was either having everyone point at me for what happened to me as a baby, what recent mischief I got into, the new lies I was accused of telling, or being the "Chosen One". There was only one time where I ever felt like I had a normal wizard life, and that was when we were together.

When I was with you, I didn't worry about someone who was out to kill me. Instead I worried how I would gather the courage to hold your hand in front of everyone or where we could find a nice place to snog. And that kind of worrying was bloody perfect.

Ron left. Before he left, he yelled that I didn't care about you or your family. What he doesn't realize is that I worry about you, your mum, your dad, Fred, George—all you Weasleys—every day.

I hope you aren't getting into too much trouble at school. You really shouldn't be sneaking into Snape's office trying to steal the sword of Gryffindor. But then again, you are a Weasley and a Gryffindor.

I hope that when this all ends you'll still be single and in love with me, like I'm in love with you.

Harry

Harry Potter let go of the letter he was holding and stretched out his fingers. He winced. His fingers were numb from the cold, as he had been sitting outside in the dark for quite some time.

His eyelids had been drooping, but he had needed to stay awake; it was his turn to be on watch. The only thing he could have thought of to keep him awake was to write a letter. He had grabbed some parchment and a pen he found in Hermione's beaded bag, and wrote a letter to the (live) person he longed to talk to the most: Ginny Weasley.

After he had written the letter, he just stared at it over and over, reading his words. He had never told Ginny he loved her, and she had never told him, but he wished he had had the courage to tell her. The idea of Ginny never knowing that he… The thought was too awful for him to even think. He really just wanted to sleep and push away his lonely thoughts about Ginny.

He quietly walked into the tent. He started to move towards Hermione's bed, only to realize that she was not sleeping in it. He heard a soft, muffled noise, and turned towards it.

On the other side of the tent, on top of Ron's bed, was a lump of blankets and bushy hair.

Harry froze and intently listened to the quiet noise. He realized it was Hermione quietly crying again, and his chest tightened.

Hermione had been crying often, but that time felt different.

It was different because Harry realized that Hermione was doing exactly what he wanted to do: curl up in a ball and cry.

Harry wanted to put on one of his Weasley sweaters, grab the photo album of his parents, hold the Marauder's Map, and curl up on his bed and cry. It would be the closest thing to having a family member hold him and comfort him.

However he did it, he just wanted to cry for Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. He wanted to cry for Sirius and his parents, and what they would think at being betrayed by Wormtail. He wanted to cry for all those people that were being murdered and kidnapped. Most importantly, Harry wanted to cry for him and the future he had that was full of death, war, and Voldemort.

But Harry couldn't do that. He couldn't cry, he couldn't whine, and he couldn't be weak. He had a mission, and none of the things he wanted to do would help him complete it.

Instead, he held his black hair-covered head high and walked back out of the tent. He sat down in the snow and folded the letter so it could fit inside the pouch around his neck.

Harry sat with an expressionless face for the next few hours.

Only when the first rays of sunlight shined down on him, and Hermione called to tell him that breakfast was ready, did he put on a brave face and pretend that nothing was wrong.

Right, so I know it seems like Harry is very baby-ish and weak, but I do think that at some moments he would just feel so broken and hopeless, that he couldn't help but get the urge to just run to his mum and cry [or the next closest thing(s)].

UP NEXT: Someone trapped in a cellar writes a little 'how are you' letter.

P.S. Yeah, the chapter title is a song by Keith Urban. I'm not really a fan of country, but I like that song, and it fits here. :)