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..
Dearest Dark Knight,
Your happiness and joy gives me strength, strength to face the odds that have increased. Harry has written back. He understands that I may love you but it is not sensible to do so, since in his eyes you are a death eater sent on a very important mission by the Dark Lord himself.
He has heard about our child. He has offered to marry me, to be the father of the child. He does this not just out of kindness but love, as he says.
I know, you think this is blasphemous but we all know that these are the consequences of the mission you took up. It must be worse for Remus whom everyone thinks has absconded to the dark side. How heart wrenching to be thought by everyone, even the Dark Lord himself to be working for him when in actual fact you are striving for the goodness of the magical world.
I love you for doing what you are doing. I do not hate Harry for thinking such. It is not his fault. It is what everyone thinks. My heart aches, though that he thinks he needs to father this child.
I wrote back saying that I would not do that – marry him. I am already married am I not, my love? But nobody knows. Mother says Dumbledore is dropping by tomorrow.
That must be your work. It touches me that you care so much. Who would believe you capable of such untainted love?
I am patient, for myself but not for you. I do not want you to die or be forever thought as evil and a deatheater. I want your name to be cleared and I want everyone to know the person that I love.
I realized that I have gone through a odyssey of changes ever since I met you. My eternally optimistic outlook of life has been tainted by cynicism and darkness; This is not your fault, the process having begun when I first encountered Tom Riddle.
Sometimes I wonder if my perspective of life is twisted to one of pessimism and little hope. Mother often asks why I rarely smile. I await for you, love. You, I know, will make me smile and laugh, the way you used to.
It perturbs me greatly that I cannot be out there fighting for fear of danger of my life and now to our child's. I wish I could do much more.
I am fine. I am sick less, but still tired. It is only four months. Soon I will not be able to go to work. I will spend my days lazing around at home, penning letters to you. I never get tired of your ' I love you' s.
How could I? When I feel the exact way. I could fill this entire letter with 'I love you' s but I do not for my hand would surely ache. I do wish for the simplicity of the past but we have gone too far into this to turn back.
After all our love, unlike most, has a destiny of its own, in the form of our child.
How long more do I have to wait? When will you come home to me? To our baby?
Come home to me, love, come home to me. That is my request. So all this madness can end.
Your dearest
Virginia
A/n note: Another letter to the love of her life…I admire their love, you know, living vicariously through Ginny..hoping for love like that..don't we all? So tell me what you think…Press that darn button