The rain beat against the window as Hermione placed her forehead against it. She let out an exasperated sigh, wondering when she'd feel the arms of her husband wrapped around the center of her waist once more. These last four months have been hell for her, time seamlessly standing still. She didn't even bring herself to look at the hands of the clock anymore, for it always felt as though time was frozen. She hadn't even heard from Harry in nearly two weeks, granted she knew this would be the life she'd signed up for when she married an Auror.

The next morning, she woke to the sound of a bird tapping against her window. Groggily, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and walked over to let the tawny, barn owl in, feeding it a treat as she graciously took the note from the bird's leg. As she unfolded the parchment, she immediately recognized the familiar scroll.

'Its Harry.' She quickly scanned the letter, her eyes memorizing each of the words.

My Dearest Hermione,

I know it seems as though it's been an eternity since I've last seen you, let alone wrote you. Not a day has gone by when a single thought of you hadn't plagued my mind. Are you still mine, love? I know the distance has been a bit much, but sweetheart I miss you more than words can say. You're the light at the end of this dark journey that I can't help but wait to see when I return home from this infuriating trip. Please continue to wait for me my darling, for I will be coming home within the next month, I promise you so. Even if I have to quit this damn job I will be home. I love you baby, even more than yesterday.

Eternally and faithfully yours,

Harry James Potter

Hermione placed the letter against her beating heart, tears pooling in her ember eyes. She quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and scribbled down her response as fast as she could.

My Darling,

Of course I'm still yours, could you ever doubt me so? No amount of distance could ever tear me away from you. You have no idea how much I miss you, let alone the sound of your voice. Hell, I wish you could even send me a howler just so I can hear you speak to me. I hope you're staying careful and listening to your commanding officer, I'd very much like for my husband to have all his limbs still attached when he arrives home thank you very much. I will always wait for you, no matter how much traveling you must do. I cannot tell you how excited I am to have you home within the next month. Now, looking at the clock won't be as painful since I know you'll only be a few more strokes away. I love you so much Harry James and maybe once you're home, you and I can take a very much needed vacation together? Stay safe my love. I love you more than this morning, and I'll love you more tomorrow.

Sincerely your loving and very patient wife,

Hermione Jean Potter

Hermione rolled up the parchment and tied a piece of string around it before securing the letter to it's leg. She watched as it flew out of her sight and towards the destination of where her husband is staying, wherever that may be.

'Godspeed my love for you Harry.' She thought silently to herself as her eyes gazed upon the hands of the clock, and instead of a frown worn upon her face, it was a smile for Harry would be home with her soon.