A/N: I know that this was supposed to be a one-shot story, but some people have said that I should write more. I am writing the sequel to this at the moment but I thought that this and the next chapter would make the sequel easier to write.
Goodbye Forever
I can't believe it. If this is being read then I am really sorry that I couldn't help more. I wrote this letter before we went down into the battlefields just in case something would happen to me and well, I guess something did. I know that Harry will not have disappointed the world and that he will have defeated Voldemort, I just hope it wasn't for nothing.
I can't believe that after all the extensive research and training we put ourselves through, I failed. We ran many different scenarios in practice and I still ended up being killed by a wimp. We (being me, Harry and Ron – most commonly known by the insufferable Ministry as 'The Golden Trio') came to the conclusion that the Death Eaters are wimps, if they can't stand against Voldemort then they convince themselves that he's right. This just means they're scared, we found that was the key to their defeat.
Harry, if you're reading this (or if not could the person reading this ensure that someone tells him), you are not to blame yourself that I am dead. I know that you are going to anyway, but please don't! I know what you're like and you need to stay strong. Live the rest of your life as you should. A normal life. You've always been there for me, like the brother I never had and for that thank you. I love you Harry! Don't ever forget that!
Ron, I am so sorry that we couldn't do what we planned. I love you with all my heart and I am truly sorry. Like Harry, do not feel guilty for my death. I can always haunt you if you do you know! Tell your family that I love them as well and thank them for being so kind to me. Back at my house is a box of stuff that you might like. Just ask my mum and dad and they will gladly give it to you. Please break it to them gently that I am dead. I love you Ron, I always will.
Finally, to the insufferable gits who did not trust and believe us (most being at the Ministry). If I were still alive (or maybe even if I were Harry) I would come down there and yell at you repeatedly for not believing us sooner, and for giving out certain crap to the public that you said was necessary and true when it wasn't. You have no idea what you did! You better do a better job from now on!
This is Hermione Jane Granger, age 18, writing to the rest of the Wizarding world to apologise and to thank you. To the people who have been in my hearts, I love you!