Hello to all readers of this fic,
I'm going to make this short (hopefully).
I'm putting this story up for adoption. I am sorry everyone, but I can't see myself continuing this story.
When I started this fic, my thoughts were always on it. Now, looking back on it, some of the chapters make me go, "Wow, why did I write that?" and some of them I absolutely despise.
If you would like to continue this, please PM me! Thanks to everyone who has read this story, reviewed it, favourited it and put it on alert.
I am not, however, putting all my other stories up for adoption, just this one. If that's what you were worried about, you can rest easy.
Now, as this story could be deleted by this AN, I have decided to put up an epilogue that I wrote as I was writing this story. As it's the end (for me and this plot bunny), I thought you would like to read it (although, whoever adopts this doesn't have to use this as the epilogue, this is just how I predicted it to end)
Enjoy this final chapter of Letters to You by myself!
Thank you,
Luna.
It was a perfectly normal Sunday morning at the Potter household. James, for once, was being quiet (which was only when he was sleeping), Albus was quietly reading a book and Harry was over at the Auror Office, but Ginny was having a hard time sleeping, with another child soon arriving.
She got out of the shared, queen bed, and went to look for a book to read.
Ginny opened the closest cupboard (which was Harry's) and peered tiredly in. The cupboard was nothing special, but Harry had stashed many items in there in the past. His golden snitch from Dumbledore, Draco's wand, as well as many other peculiar items.
Ginny reached into it, grabbing the first thing she felt. It was a chest, old and sad looking. There was no lock like in a Pirate's chests (Harry had taken her to the muggle cinema's), and Ginny wasn't sure if she should open it. She made a quick decision, opening the lid of the chest.
Inside were many letters, all with Harry's hand-writing on the envelopes. They each had a specific date on the front and all unopened.
Ginny frowned and grabbed the top one, the date reading October 31st, 2008. She broke the seal and carefully emptied out the contents, only a piece of parchment with what appeared to be a letter written on it.
Ginny read: Dear Mum and Dad,
It's been a while, hasn't it? Goodness, a lot has happened since I last wrote to you both. I suppose I'll start from the start; on May 2nd, 1998, the Second Wizarding War ended with Voldemort's death, I became the Master of Death, but I put the Elder Wand back where it belonged and I lost the Resurrection Stone in the Forest.
Then came the clean-up of Hogwarts, it took quite a while but we got it finished in time for the school year. Six months after the War, Kingsley Shacklebolt offered me a position as Head of the Auror Department. I think Dad would be proud and that was one of the reasons I took it up.
Three years after the war, and I proposed to the lovely Ginny Weasley now Potter (at that, Ginny blushed and grinned), and have had two wonderful and cheeky kids, with another one on the way.
It has been just over 10 years since the war and a lot has changed, definitely for the better. No more pure-blood supremacy, excepted Slytherins, most Death Eaters (with the exception of Draco Malfoy) have gone to, not Azkaban, but an Asylum (a muggle one, funny how that works). Yes, a lot has changed since the war.
This will be my last letter to you until I am old and lying on my death bed. James, Albus and Unborn (hopefully Lily II) may never know one side of their family, but no one will forget your bravery and love, your protection and determination.
I love you, always,
Harry Potter.
Ginny smiled through the tears at Harry's letter. No, no one would forget Lily and James Potter (the first), she and Harry would make sure of it.
~FIN~