Dear Professor McGonagall,
I bet you were a bit surprised to be getting this, but I felt the need to write you a letter anyway. I just wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciated everything that you have done for me, since I've arrived at Hogwarts. I figure that since you'll only be reading this if I'm dead, it's okay for me to mention what Ron, Hermione, and I have been doing on the run. We're hunting horcruxes. Yes, I did mean to make that plural.
There isn't much to do when you're sitting in a tent, cut off from the world, and running out of ideas. I often find myself writing letters, such as this one, or reflecting on my time at Hogwarts. I prefer the latter option, as it is much more joyous.
The three of us have definitely caused you a lot of trouble when we were under your care. We did seem to have a certain talent for causing mayhem, and I am sorry for that. But I also remember the times when you were issuing me detentions, fewer though they may be, and I can't help but smile at the memories.
Do you remember when you saw me chasing after Neville's remembrall in first year? You came out of the castle, determined strides and all, and you had me follow you to 'get Wood.' Now, I was pretty frightened by this, as I thought that I was going to get expelled or beaten with the wood you mentioned. Of course, by wood, you had meant Oliver, and you didn't intend to scare me.
So, I just thought that I would write you, because I never did properly thank you. You believed me when I was having visions, and you always helped me when I needed it. You did scold me for my accusations sometimes, but you always pulled through, and that is something I'll never forget.
Sorry for all the trouble,
Harry Potter
