Dear Harry,
You were one of those people that I had always looked up to but didn't think I would ever get a chance to meet. I never dreamed I'd actually get to know you and become more than just a friend or your best friends little sister.
I grew up hearing your name all over the place. As you know, you were very much everyone's hero. Like many others, I dreamed of one day getting the chance to meet you, and when it finally happened on Platform 9 ¾, I didn't even know it was you I had seen until Fred and George came back and said something.
The next summer, I came downstairs one morning to find you sitting at my kitchen table, eating breakfast with my family as if you belonged there. Which of course, you did—do—belong there and you always will. I don't think I said much to you that summer. Actually, I might have said nothing at all. I was still incredibly shy and tongue tied around you. It' s not every day a little eleven year old girl gets to share her home with one of the most cherished people in the wizarding world.
You saved my life during my first year at Hogwarts. Thank you, again, for that by the way. I made a stupid, stupid mistake and you came to rescue me when I didn't think anyone could or would. I thought you would think terribly of me when you found out the truth of what I had been doing, but you understood. As embarrassed as I am to admit this, I think my crush on you intensified after that.
As we got older, I pushed my feelings for you aside, thinking you would never want to date me. I was just Ginny Weasley, your best friend's younger, red headed, freckle faced sister. You wouldn't want to date me. It would be too weird and strange. I could give myself reason after reason as to why it wouldn't work out, but somehow, I never truly gave up on you. My feelings for you came back all too quickly during your sixth year and my fifth after that Quidditch match. I'm sure you know which one I'm talking about. Anyway, things didn't feel exactly right with Michael or Dean, but they felt perfect with you.
It took a long time and a lot of realizations and complications, but we're finally together for real, and I couldn't be happier. I hope you know that. I also hope you know that I love the way your hair won't stay flat, so really, you should stop trying to flatten it when we go out. It's no use anyway. It has a mind of its own. I love your loyalty and your bravery and I love how embarrassed you get when I make you dance with me (I'm going to keep making you practice until you're comfortable, by the way). But most of all, I love that Ron sat in your compartment on your first day of Hogwarts. It was one of the best things he ever did.
So, while I guess you could say I'm the lucky girl who got the happy ending and married her childhood hero and crush, I also got a chance to know and fall in love with Harry James Potter, not the Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived, or everyone's hero that defeated Voldemort. I didn't fall in love with you for what you did. I fell in love with you for who you are.
In short, getting to the point we're at now wasn't easy. We've been through a lot together and I think we can handle whatever else may come our way. Now there aren't any dark wizards, wars or Horcrux hunts to come between us. There's just you and me. Thank you for being your perfect, amazing self and for being a part of my life. I've loved every moment we've had together and I can't wait to have many more in the years to come.
Love, Ginny