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Dear Gin,
I don't know how to start this, and I know I don't have the right, but I wish you were here. We have figured out the last piece of the puzzle, which is the mission Dumbledore left us, and it will all come to an end very soon. And I don't believe it will end favourably for me, whatever the outcome.
I want you to know the days we spent together were some of the best of my life. It was like living someone else's life. And I don't mean just the blissful days after the Quidditch final. You talked to me about Sirius and helped me grieve the summer after the fifth. We would just sit together under our tree and talk about the Quidditch season, our quidditch games and everything else. I don't remember a time when I laughed more than when you did that impression of Snape. And Trelawney. And Umbridge.
I remember brushing the hair out of my eyes and being awestruck at how your hair would shine a fiery red, orange, brown and gold all at the same in the sunlight. How your beautiful chocolate brown eyes would twinkle in mirth, and the corners of your lips would turn up ever so slightly. How your laugh would sound like nectar to my ears.
I even remember how you kicked some sense into me when I was brooding and how you helped me talk to Sirius under Umbridge's nose. I should've known it right there when you handed me that Easter egg. We could've had much more time together. Months, years, maybe. What I'm trying to say is that you stole my heart, Gin, but I'll let you keep it.
I hope you'll find happiness and someone who treats you the way you deserve.
Yours,
Harry.
PS: I'm so proud of you for trying to steal the Gryffindor's sword and restarting the DA, but I really hope you wouldn't put yourself in danger like that.
Harry smoothed his hand over the letter, reading it one more time, hoping that Ginny was alright at Muriel's. He placed it in his mokeskin purse, safe in the knowledge that it would never reach her.
