Disclaimer: Harry Potter and it's characters do not belong to me.

A/N: I realized, while I wrote that last chapter, the other day, that this story isn't going to be incredibly long. Truthfully, there will probably going to only be one more chapter after this. But do not fret my friends, there will be a sequel involving Katrina, our writer. Thanks for reading.

October 7

Dear Harry,

Ron and Hermione are starting to worry about me, they say. Hermione's been telling Ron that I've stopped eating, that I daydream at work, and that I sleep whenever I can. I told them that I'm fine, which is true, I just don't eat as much as I used too, I've got a lot on my mine, and I'm tired.

They're my friends though, our friends, and I know they're supposed to worry. If they didn't, they wouldn't be good friends, right? But I've told them not to worry because I'll get over this right?

Right.

I had another dream though, about you (of course). We were back in the house this time, cuddled up together on the couch in front of the fire. You kept running your fingers through my hair and I was trying not to fall sleep because I was enjoying my time with you too much.

It was quiet in the house, incredibly peaceful. Only the crackle of the fire and I could hear the soft beating of your heart from where my head lay on your chest.

You sighed suddenly. "You got to let me go, Kat," you said, quietly.

I sat up, asking you what you were talking about.

You pressed her hand against my cheek saying, "I really want to be with you, Kat, but this, these dreams, they're not helping you one bit."

I told you that you sound like Hermione and Ron, that I was fine. But you smiled, sadly, and shook your head. You leaned forward and kissed me. "I love you Kat."

You kissed me again. "But you've got to move on. . . . Let go."

I woke up then and I felt as if I couldn't breath. I ran into the bathroom to get a glass of water when I caught my reflection in the mirror.

Merlin. Despite all the time I've slept, I looked horrible. There were bags under my eyes, my hair looked tangled and dull, and I looked horribly skinny.

It never once crossed my mind how these dreams would effect me, I just . . . I wanted to be with you and everything. . . .

Hermione came in then, asking me if I was all right. I splashed water onto my face twice before I turned to her, smiling and I told her I was fine.

And you know what, Harry? I think I will be.

Love,

Katrina