Heres another letter. This time its Harry's POV...almost made my cry to write this one. I still think Harry, Mcgonagall, and Alberforth probably got the worst from HBP's ending.

You taught me that death is nothing to fear.

You taught me about loyalty.

You taught me about the unfairness that prevents people from expressing their feelings.

You taught me that I really can make miracles, so long as I have friends.

But last week you taught me about loss.

I promised on your grave to kick Voldemort's arse to Hell. But I can remember sitting

there, and realizing how much I love you like my own family. You were, did you know,

my earliest memory? Apparently its true that babies with powers can remember that far

back, like Leia in Sta—oh wait, you never saw that movie, did you?

Anyway, I can remember being so warm and sleepy. I can recall your voice and the

silver of your beard. And I always wanted to ask if it was you, but I thought it was an

awkward thing for a student to say to his Headmaster. I asked McGonagall about it and

she smiled and said yes. I think she was in that memory too, come to think of it.

I don't know why I'm still writing, honestly, or why I began at all. But Hermione insisted, and here I am. I think I now know what you must of felt like with Professor McGonagall as your Deputy! Another thing you and I have in common: our tendency to be ruled by strict women. And I doubt having such a female as a girlfriend is much different. Would you believe Ginny told me point-blank to stuff it when we met after I went to retrieve the locket? It appears I have no choice as far as my own love life. Women.

Funny, when I started writing I intended to tell you off for freezing me on the tower that night. I wanted so desperately to knock Draco unconscious, to get you out of there before Snape came up the steps. I wanted to let out a torrent of anger at you, but just like last year I can't make myself be angry with you, at least for long.

We made the same mistake Professor. You told me you tripped up your own plan because you cared too much for me. And now I almost have messed up as well because it hurts so bad to of lost you. But I'll do what you told me and use the love I have for everyone—dead and alive---to take Voldemort down. I've seen him face-to-face again in the last few weeks, and I have to thank you one last time for all you did.

I will win, Sir. I will for all of you.