This letter is written to the prompt risk.

The trio is waiting to break into Gringotts and Hermione writes a letter to Mrs Weasley that she cant ever risk sending. This is what she would have wanted to say.

Disclaimer: Does it look like this is mine? All property of the genius JK Rowling. I just play.

April 17th 1998

Dear Mrs Weasley

This is me, writing a letter I can never send you, but which I know you are longing for. The risk is too great, to all of us. We know you are being watched, you're every move scrutinized and we fear, I fear, that if we send this letter, this one piece of parchment that could reassure you and let you know everything is ok , that it could lead to our capture and that is something we just cannot risk. If we were to be captured, I fear we would not escape alive, so we must plunder on alone.

I am sure you are sick, fraught with fear over whether we are ok and that guilt eats away at Ron, Harry and myself a little more every day. I never expected that the wedding would leave us running for our lives and fighting with death eaters. We were so glad to hear you were all ok. I can't put into words the relief we all felt. Though I never expected it, I made sure I was prepared for it. Though you won't know until it ends either way, we are prepared, we have supplies and plans and we are not jumping into this blind.

The research has been done and though you wish we were, we are no longer children. This is our fight, for our future and we don't plan to fail. There is too much at stake. Especially for me. Failure is not an option. The nights in the freezing cold, taking turn in guarding evil, fearing every rustle of leaves outside our camp and keeping watch has to be worth it, because we can't face the idea that it's not. We eat and drink fine and so far, have mostly avoided any trouble. Our minds play tricks on us. Tell us things are there when they are not. The things we have to deal with, the things we are trying to destroy, are terrifying and some times, our minds are our biggest danger, more dangerous than any death eater or catcher that could be on our tails.

I'm sure we would all give anything to be back at the burrow for a good home cooked meal, to be able to sit in the living room at the fire and heat our cold hands. We use warming charms all the time now yet still it seams we are always cold.

Everything seems so hard now. Simple things that we hardly thought about before drain our precious energy now and we bicker constantly. All three of us. There are reasons behind it. Some we can deal with and some we are forced to deal with but they are there, lurking between us like a barrier. It's almost a chore to try and hold our relationships together right now. Right now, they are all we have.

We catch snippets of the news over the wireless but sometimes I wish we didn't. Sometimes I think it would be better if we didn't know anything, so we couldn't be afraid, so we wouldn't know just how much more we risk by being in the open every day. Yet we also know that if we hide and avoid the risk by doing nothing, we will listen to that same wireless and hear more of our friends and acquaintances are dead.

Christmas was almost awful. The first for years that Harry and I didn't have your family around us, or that we didn't get to spend time with you, that Harry didn't open this jumper and I think that hurts him more than he admits. They mean so much to him. Things were not the same. It just made us think of everything we were forced to leave behind. At least Ron came back to us the next day and we figured out how to work the Deluminator. Rather, Ronald did. Though I maintain he would never have had to if he hadn't ran away like a coward in the first place. I still don't know for sure if you even knew he was with Bill those weeks he left Harry and I alone. Alone to literally face Voldemort by ourselves and nearly die in the process. I could have died with fear those long hours Harry lay sleeping. When it got really bad, I wasn't even sure he would ever wake up.

Our journey taught us how desperate people can become if you push them far enough. I always thought Mr Lovegood was a nice enough, if a little eccentric man. I never thought he would try and sell Harry to those leaches at the Ministry, though with Luna being held captive, him never sure if she was alive or dead, I can understand why he did it. We worry about Ginny at the school, Fred and George living in the dangers of Diagon Alley, of Bill in the order, everyone else we always thought would be ok.

I can't even begin to imagine what if must have been like for you, knowing your children were being pulled into a war they didn't start but had to win to preserve their future. When we learned of the jink on Voldemort's name, I thought it ironic. Clever too. I had spent so long, Harry had spent so long, trying to tell people that there was no risk in saying his name, that people couldn't win a war against him if they didn't at least try. Now that very thing could get you captured and most probably killed. It was like everything we knew was falling apart, like the world was spiralling out of control. When we entered the wizarding world, Harry and I were told that Gringotts and Hogwarts were the safest places in the world, or where the Headmaster Dumbledore was. The irony that when it mattered most and we needed safety, Dumbledore was dead, Hogwarts in the hands of death eaters and we sat in a huddle by the sea planning what seemed like an impossible break-in of Gringotts, with the help of a goblin of all things.

I don't know if we will survive this break in. Dragons, goblins and wizards with no conscious stand in our way and that's before we even get to Hogwarts. I know this will end, either way, at Hogwarts and in a way that's fitting. So much of our time in this world, certainly for Harry and I has been spent there. It's the one place Voldemort failed to capture before yet the place he overruns now. If this stand, will be our last, I will be proud to have it, fighting for the freedom of our school and our world.

If I thought I could send you this without putting everyone in danger I would but I can't and you will never see this. There is no point in you knowing what we had to go through if we die in the process, because that would only worsen your nightmares or if we live, because then there is no reason that you have to know what we went through to make it. You didn't want us in this war because it was a risk Mrs Weasley. Everything in this war torn world is now a risk, and unless we take this stand, that will not change. I only hope we survive it long enough to return to the Burrow and sit by the fire once more.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

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