Saturday, 1am

I can't sleep; I'm too excited. I keep thinking about everything we're going to do when you get out of here. First we'll let everyone know how stupid they've been. We'll tell them about your Plan, and that we never stopped loving each other. They'll feel like a right bunch of cretins for not letting me see you.

You'll come to my trial, and all my Death Eater charges will be dropped, because, come on, you're the Boy-Who-Saved-Our-Arses. Everyone loves you. You can request just about anything at this point, and they'll hand it over and bow before you.

Then we'll buy a house in the country, just like you've always wanted.

Remember when you told me that? You said you wanted a place away from the fame you've accumulated, and something completely different from your life with the Dursleys. You said you admired The Burrow for its quaintness and the way you always felt at home there. So we'll get a cute little house in the countryside, next to a private lake, away from the busy city.

Well, not too little. I still intend to live a life of luxury. Maybe fifteen, twenty rooms?

Something quite a bit more upscale than the Weasel home, anyway. With a big yard, and a balcony overlooking the grounds. We'll find your perfect home. You know, white picket fence and all that.

Hermione will always be welcome, and I suppose as long as she's dating the Weasel he can come too, but it's Hermione who matters. Without her I don't think I could have gotten through this. In fact, I'm pretty sure they would have banned me from the building if it hadn't been for her.

I can introduce you to my friends. Blaise and Pansy have been my best friends since I was little. I know you've technically met them, but I had technically met Hermione plenty of times as well, but this was the first time I really got to know her. So I want to properly introduce you to Blaise and Pansy.

I know Blaise did some pretty bad stuff, but everyone's allowed his mistakes. The two of us are still close.

You can properly introduce me to your other friends, and maybe I'll be able to see the things you see in them. Like, why you hang around with halfwits - I mean people like Longbottom and Lovegood. I'll try, I really will. I mean, if I can get along with Hermione, getting along with the others shouldn't be that hard, right?

For you, Harry, it's worth it.

Then maybe we'll travel a bit. Fuck each other silly in foreign countries.

I can't wait to do that again. I haven't had a proper fuck since May! I've spent these last few months getting reacquainted with my right hand, and believe me, it doesn't come close to you.

But the incredible sex is just a bonus, right? Our relationship was always about more than that. I want to do silly romantic things with you. Watch the sun rise, eat dinner by candlelight, wine and roses. I want you to know how much you are loved. I want everyone else to know, too.

We'll get married.

That's legal now, you know?

We can get married, adopt a kid or two, have a real family. I know you never had one growing up, so I want to give that to you. I want to give you everything you could ever want.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I couldn't imagine losing you again.

I love you, Harry.

Marry me.