Dearest Hermione,

Dearest Hermione,

Firstly, I would like to say that I love you very much and would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. I am also very sorry for being so rude to you recently.

It is just that I have had trouble coping with my life. Everything finally caught up to me: My parents, Sirius and many others of my close friends being dead.

Do you remember that when we were Aurors fighting against Voldemort that we were separated for sometime? Well, I never told you what happened then, so I will tell you now.

After we got separated, I was captured by some of Voldemort's death eaters. Instead of instant death, I was placed in a small room, where I stayed with no wand or food for many days. Eventually I got fed, but once they remembered that I was there, they tortured me everyday. Oh, the pain was… indescribable. I felt like I was on fire. I hardly got any sleep and there wasn't much food and it was disgusting. It is hard to believe I survived. But I did. I remembered that you were out there in the world, waiting for me, like I was waiting for you.

Soon the fall of Voldemort came, and I was released, but I never was the same. The slightest things scared me. When I thought I had recovered, I made my way back home. The sight of you joyed me, but it also made me angry. I was angry for all I had been through. I grew up with no parents, knowing their killer was after me. And I fought that killer many times. It just got to me, I was a wreck.

I may not have explained everything in this letter, but it is so hard. All I am asking is please come home, Hermione. I love you and I miss you. If I am going to change, I need you to help me.

All my love,

Harry

Hermione lay down on her bed and cried her eyes out.