Harry Potter reads his mother's letter

Hey! This is chapter 2 of this story where Harry reads the letter. Thank you to the couple of people who enjoyed the last chapter so much, it means so much because I'm a new writer here. The responses made me so excited to publish the next chapter. Of course, I at least HOPE you'll enjoy this!

Harry woke up to the sun shining into his dormitory which he shared with Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean. All of whom were still fast asleep at the moment. Harry blindly moved his hand about on his bedside table and grabbed at his glasses, putting them on. He checked the little clock on the bedside table between his and Ron's bed. 11am. 'Merlin's beard!' he thought. 'It's almost midday!'. He scrambled out of bed and quietly got dressed. The Battle of Hogwarts had just ended at the break of dawn, roughly six hours ago. After everyone had reunited, shared both kisses and hugs, people practically collapsed onto their warm four-poster beds and were immediately asleep. Harry needed calming time in the morning, and just as he was about to leave for the common room to sit down and stare at the flames of the fireplace for a while,
Neville stirred awake.
'Morning Harry.' he muttered, clearly still tired. Harry whirled around.
'Morning Neville. How'd you sleep?'
'Good. You?'
'Great. See ya in a bit Nev.' Harry reached for the doorknob.
'Harry?' Once again, he turned around, curious.
'Neville?'
'Thanks - for... killing him.'
'No problem Neville.' Harry was silently extremely proud of Neville for killing Nagini too.
With that, he left.

Just as he reached the common room, he saw Ginny sitting at their favourite seats by the fire, a brown package in her lap, staring into space.
'Ginny?' Ginny shook her head, returning to her senses.
'Harry! You're up!'
'Yeah, how long've you been awake?'
'Er - 'bout an hour.'
Harry sat down beside her before he questioned her about the package she held in her lap.
'What's that?'
'What? - oh! Oh this appeared next to me when I sat down. It was addressed to you from.. your aunt Petunia it says.' Harry was even more confused.
'A-aunt Petunia?' Ginny nodded, handing him the parcel. 'But why would she be...'
'Dunno. Open it, See what's inside!'
The parcel read: 'Your aunt Petunia Dursley has asked that this be given to you.'
Harry slowly, suspiciously tore open the parcel.

His eyes fell upon a grey checkered blanket. He picked it up, carefully examining it.
'What...' But just then, when he turned it over, a letter dropped onto the brown paper on Harry's lap.
He quickly put the blanket aside, Ginny taking it. Opening the letter impatiently, he hastily unfolded the paper inside and read it aloud. Ginny inched closer to him to listen.
'This was the blanket you were wrapped in the day you were left on our doorstep. You didn't just lose a mother that day in Godric's Hollow, you know. I lost a sister.' Harry, for the first time since Aunt Petunia talked about Azkaban in number 4, Privet Drive's kitchen, was truly happy that she was his mother's sister. 'Harry,' whispered Ginny. 'Is there anything else inside?'
Harry peeked inside and found a slightly yellowed piece of parchment. Right away, he knew that this belonged to the Wizarding World, because the words scribbled on the front of the folded-up note was written in ink with a quill. Once again, Harry read it aloud.
'From Lily to Harry. Don't open until James or I pass. Or until Harry is mentally ready.' Harry and Ginny looked at one another, astonished.
'Harry... your mum... she... read it, read it!' said Ginny, suddenly excited.

Behind them, they heard a very loud yawn and a familiar voice said: 'Charming, Ronald.'
They turned around. On the left side of the common room, Ron was standing right at the entrance of the boys' dormitories, in his dressing gown. On the right side, Hermione was walking over to them, fully dressed. 'What is it, Harry?' Hermione asked softly.
'Wuzzgoinon?' said Ron right when a yawn came in again. He jogged over to sit beside Hermione, opposite Harry and Ginny.

As Ron sat down, Harry spoke. 'It's - it's a letter from my mum.' said Harry solemnly, looking down at the almost-unfolded note.
Ron and Hermione gaped at Harry.
'What the bloody hell's that s'pposed to mean?' asked Ron, gobsmacked.
'Harry..' Hermione began. 'Are you sure?' 'Pretty. It says from Lily to Harry.' replied Harry.
'She probably wrote it before she died.' added Ginny.
Harry breathed in deeply before muttering: 'Should I read it?'

All three of them nodded vigorously. Harry silently unfolded the parchment and Ron and Hermione moved to the edge of their seat.
Harry - rather quietly - probably because of how emotional he was - began reading the letter from... mummy.
'My dear boy,' Harry gulped slightly. Hermione, noticing it, gently asked:
'Harry, you alright?' concern was etched upon her face.
'Yeah. I'm fine.' he replied, not taking his eyes of the letter.

'It's your mum. I could possibly never give this to you, but I might have to very sadly leave this letter for you to read when you're older.' Harry paused,
just a little. He looked down at his mother's words angrily. Hoping that there was a way he could go downstairs and re-kill Voldemort. 'The thing is, You-Know-Who could possibly track us down here and kill us any moment. I hope that by the time you are reading this, if you ever have to, You-Know-Who has been defeated or killed, gone forever.'

At this, Harry very slowly looked up at the people around him. His eyes glazed over with tears; awaiting their chance to spill onto Harry's face. Ginny rubbed behind his shoulders in attempt to calm him. Hermione was on the verge of tears, looking at Harry. Ron was looking at the parchment that Harry was now gripping rather tightly, as though to protect it from anyone who would take it from him. 'Oh Harry...' Hermione whispered. It was barely audible over the sound of the bright flames cracking, dancing merrily. Harry pulled himself together and went on, deciding that he didn't give a damn how much he cried. He couldn't care less. He let his guard down, released himself; although he was still reading the letter quietly.
'I hope everyone's going to stay safe. Harry, if both me and your dad are gone, you'll still have your godfather Sirius, uncle Remus and uncle Peter. Who I'm sure will all come to your aid if something dreadful does happen.' Harry began shaking as at last, his emotions had won the battle. He was hunched over quietly crying. 'Mum... if only you knew...' he managed to utter. Ron and Hermione stood up and went over to him. Hermione kneeled at his feet, Ron sat on the armrest on Harry's side. All of them silently comforting him. Sirius was dead. Lupin was dead. Pettigrew had betrayed his friends and was killed not so long ago. As Harry managed to silence his crying, although a few tears were still rolling down his cheeks, he bravely continued once more.

'Harry, I hope you enjoyed Hogwarts. If you've been there by now. And I hope you were sorted into Gryffindor. That was where me and your dad were. Making life-long friends and studying hard are the two things you should focus the most on while you're there. It'll help you the most.' Harry had calmed down. He realised what his mum wrote was true. Making life-long friends would help him the most. Ron, Hermione and Ginny grinned at Harry. They did help him. Through more than his mum probably ever imagined.

Though this was the end of their adventures at Hogwarts, it wasn't the end of their friendship. No, it had just been chapter one that ended. Not the following ones; not yet. 'And one final word Harry. To the lucky young lady whom you choose to be your wife...' Harry paused to look at his beautiful girlfriend, Ginevra, sitting beside him. The one who had shone the most light into his dark tunnel which he had escaped. Harry went on, now directing the letter mostly to Ginny.
'I must only ask two questions. What is the colour of her eyes? I find brown to be the kindest and warmest. It somehow draws people - in...' Everyone focused on Ginny's eyes. Her face seemed to be drowning in crimson paint when Harry looked so deeply, so focused, into her eyes.

'They're brown...' Ron muttered under his breath.
'And kind.' added Hermione.
'And so... lovely.' Harry finished before moving on to the next question.
'And second, what is her favourite ice cream flavour? Mine's butterbeer. You really can't get anything tastier.' Everyone once again focused on Ginny, awaiting her response.

'I like butterbeer ice cream...' whispered Ginny; though judging by her tone and the way she was looking at the indigo ink swiftly carved into words with a quill by Lily Potter, she was astonished.
'My mum had a woman's intuition.' joked Harry, everyone giggled. Now the most calm he had been since he heard who had sent him the parcel, he finished his mother's final words.

'If this letter sadly does ever fall into your hands in the future just remember one thing. Dad and I will stick with you until the very end.' Harry gulped slightly and fresh tears began to fall onto his face. 'Always.' His voice shook at that last word. He put the letter aside slowly, bewildered. 'Mummy..' he mumbled under his breath. Ginny passed him the checkered blanket he was wrapped in 17 years ago. Not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous. He couldn't have known then at that very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!'

Harry hunched over, crying into the blanket, holding onto it. He couldn't let go. He never could. His mother would forever be in his heart...

Always.