Love, Hermione

Dearest Harry,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for letting you down. I'm sorry for fleeing after that final battle, when you died. I'm sorry for everything.

I know that no amount of words is going to bring you back, but I can't help it.

When I write you a letter, sometimes I can just imagine that I am actually talking to you.

Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can pretend that you are there.

But you are not.

I wish I could go back in time to fix things. I wish that I could save you, kill Voldemort, do something useful.

But time travel so far back is impossible.

At least...that's what theory says.

I love you, Harry. Not in the way Ginny loved you, but like a sibling.

I want you to know that, even if you are dead.

Love,

Your best friend, your sister,

Hermione

Dearest Harry,

We lost Ron today.

He died in a duel against Lestrange. Rodolphus Lestrange. Remember him? He was Bellatrix's husband.

I'm going to kill him.

Harry, you don't know how much you meant to all of us. You were our symbol of hope, the one who encouraged us to keep going. You were the one who kept us together.

Now, we have so few survivors left. Some are spies. Some openly fight Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It's just me and a few others left.

Ron's dead. Ginny's dead. Fred's dead. George's dead. Percy's dead. Percy and Charlie are alive only because they live in Fidelius-enforced houses. Mrs Weasley and Arthur are dead. Professor McGonagall is dead. Neville is dead. Luna is dead.

We've lost so many, Harry.

But I have some good news.

Time travel is possible.

I'm not talking about a few hours. You already know that's possible. I'm talking about years, decades, even centuries.

With the correct runes, spells and materials, I could go back to 1981.

I know that the laws of time travel say that being seen will shatter the timeline and make a new one entirely. But that's what I want. Create a new future. A new world.

I could destroy all of Voldemort's Horcruxes. I could prevent so many deaths. But most of all, I could save you.

I know it sounds crazy, but it's the only way in which there's even a tiny chance that we could kill Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

I haven't told the others yet. I don't know why. I just have a feeling that I shouldn't.

You are the only one I can safely confide in, Harry.

You are my best friend, my brother.

Love,

Your best friend, your sister,

Hermione

Dearest Harry,

I feel a bit stupid. I'm writing letters for a dead person.

But somehow, I know that you are reading these letters.

So I am still writing these letters.

It took me forever, but I finally created a time-turner that might work.

If all goes to plan, and if I don't get killed in a battle because I'm so distracted, I'll time-travel to 1981.

A plan for what happens when I get there?

No.

I don't know what it'll be like, even with the amount of research I've been doing recently. It's no use having an elaborate plan and not being able to use it. I know I'll have to destroy the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort, and also get the Ministry to arrest the Death Eaters - but otherwise, I'm going to be making it up as I go along.

I'll leave in a month, when I've prepared everything.

Then, I'll be in the past.

I've already got a disguise planned out. I can't use my actual name, because there'll be a baby Hermione Granger born in 1979. I'll call myself Alexandra Brown. Brown is a common enough surname for people not to look at me funny.

I'm going to use a potion to change my appearance, just in case. It takes a month to brew, and I started brewing it a few days ago.

I still haven't told the others yet.

I feel guilty. They've been fighting so hard. But I just have a feeling that I shouldn't.

You are the only one I can safely confide in, Harry.

You are my best friend, my brother.

Love,

Your best friend, your sister,

Hermione

Dearest Harry,

I'm sorry for not writing for a month, but I've been busy preparing everything for my trip into the past.

I'm currently in my room at the Leaky Cauldron. I've just arrived.

The potion worked! My hair is still the same shade of brown, but it's now straight. I know I used to complain about my hair a lot, but now that I don't have it I want it back, just to remind me of who I used to be.

My body is the same, which is a good thing. Otherwise, I'd feel like an outsider in my own body.

I have blue eyes a bit darker than Fleur's. My nose is sharper, and my cheekbones are a bit higher.

No one should be able to trace Alexandra Brown to Hermione Granger.

Harry, I feel so nervous. What if I mess up and indirectly kill everyone? What if Voldemort knows who I am and what I'm doing (he has spies in the Department of Mysteries. I know that the Time Room would inform them of my presence here, though they shouldn't know who the time-traveller is. But still, I must be careful.)? There are so many things that can go wrong, Harry.

Tomorrow, I'm going to go to Dumbledore. I know he's manipulative or untrustworthy, but he does want to defeat Voldemort.

It feels so strange to be in 1981. This is two years after I'm born. But it feels...right.

I don't know what'll happen. The best I can do is to try my best and hope that everything turns out alright.

Love,

Your best friend, your sister,

Hermione