LOVE LETTERS

A series of letters between Ginny and her mysterious lover during the time of the War against Voldermort.. Expresses their poignant love for each other and their belief in what they have and share despite the unexpected circumstances that crop up and the never-ending string of obstacles they have to overcome.

Disclaimer: NOTHING'S MINE PPLE..CAN U GET THAT..sorry hate typing disclaimers..

Dear Dark Knight,

I write this letter seated in my bedroom, upstairs, staring out at the starless sky. I know and believe that somewhere you are looking up at the exact same sky and thinking of me as well.

Even the moonlight seems dim nowadays. It is horrible at St. Mungo's. We have Aurors, muggles all being injured and killed.

Mother worries about my brothers and of course Harry. She shoots me reproving looks every time I try and refuse to write back to him. I do not want to give that poor man hope.

False hope is lethal especially to him at his state. He writes that he has no reason to live after this war, after killing Voldermort.

What does he expect me to say? That I am reason enough for him? But I do not love him, and I feel guilty that I do not.

Why do I feel obligated to love him so, despite the fact that Harry has not displayed anything besides platonic love for me till now.

Perhaps it is these letters that he sends us, which seems to be written mostly to me. My heartaches that I cannot give him what he desires, for my heart belongs to you, my silver caped dark knight.

I will be loving you forever. Deep inside my heart, you will live forever. Even if you took my heart and tore it apart I will love you still forever. That is why you must not think your simple sudden departure will make me hate you.

I still love you, like how I will still continue breathing, till I die that is.

It is utterly foolish for you to think that you have to prove yourself to me. You are worth everything.

It is sheer naïveté to say that I pity you. I never have. I have loved you, lusted for you, those two emotions spiraling into a sense of hopelessness since you are so faraway, where I do not even know.

It makes me blush (You know how easily I blush) to read how you perceive me that day in Hogsmead, when I let down my defenses and enjoyed that brief moment.

Only to be startled by the warmth of someone, standing so close to me. You can only imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes to find you staring at me in a way I could not believe you would.

Then you shocked me even further by kissing me. It was that kiss that changed everything for me. It was phenomenal.

It was as we broke apart that I saw you differently, a young man, handsome, not ruggedly so but in an aristocratic, noble, classic way.

Like the knight of King Arthur's round table, Lancelot. Ironic though that his romance with Guinervere was forbidden and kept a secret as well. This I have told you many times and you are probably weary of it.

Oh! I forget! You revel in the fact that I think you my knight, not in shining armor, but a sort of nightrider, my silver caped, dark crusader.

I miss you. In my eyes, you are but a hero. For sacrificing all that you have for me.

Why must fate, destiny, whatever you call it, be so cruel to me, to you, even to Harry?

When I have finally found love so pure and so real it is forbidden and must be kept a secret.

I must force myself to return emotions that have faded off so long ago to someone who needs it so badly now, as light in his dark angst.

I weep for Harry who has to want me now at this time of all times.

I weep for you, giver of such devoted love, out there sacrificing your life for a cause that you believe in with all your soul, despite the opposition your family has shown you, unrecognized, unbeknownst.

I weep for all those whose lives are shattered and broken by this war.

Yet I can do nothing.

I have decided to tell Harry in the next letter about us. It will break his heart but I do not want him to go through this war with false hope. I will make sure that he swears to secrecy. I do not have a choice.

Love

Virginia

P.S I too think about that night.

A/N: there will be more letters that will entail all the things that happen and the identity of her mysterious lover and the reason behind his departure will be revealed in time..so keep reading..