A/N: Another short chapter, this time with a different format. This chapter spans several months. Also, I'm awful at writing letters, so please take that into consideration.

Expect the next chapter in a day or two.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Regretfully.

Chapter 10: Unsent Letters

Dear Fred,

I've never really written a letter that I know I'm not going to post. I guess I just need to get this off my chest. I'm so so sorry I'm not coming back to you yet. I promised I would, and now I'm breaking my promise

I hope you understand, but the mission comes first. I hope you'll forgive me. I hope you'll wait. I hope you all got out of headquarters okay and that George is healing.

Hope. That is all we have out here.

It hasn't been more than twelve hours since I saw you last, but I already miss you.

Hermione.

Dear Fred,

It has been a week since I last saw you, and things are going… things are going. Now that Ron is better and can apparate, we're jumping all around the countryside, trying to stay hidden.

Things are hard. Most of the time we barely have any food and all of us are rather edgy. We are sharing the locket (remember I told you about it?) and whoever is using it is usually in a bad mood. We discovered yesterday it hinders the ability to produce a Patronus. I find that if I'm using it and think of you, I don't feel as bad.

I told Harry and he said the same thing happens when he thinks of Ginny.

Ron said nothing. He just complained.

I miss you,

Hermione.

(On a tear stained page)

Dear Fred,

It's been barely (eternally) three weeks.

Your brother left.

We were camping and heard voices. It was Dean, remember him? He was with Tonks' father, another wizard and some goblins. They said that Ginny, Neville and Luna tried to steal the sword of Gryffindor and got caught. The sword is now in Gringotts, but apparently, it's a fake. We now have to look for the real one. We discovered we can use the sword to destroy the Horcruxes. Ron was wearing the locket and he took it badly. Even after asking Phineas Nigellus (remember the painting I took from number 12?) about Ginny's punishment, which turned out to be not so bad at all, he got so mad about it and the sword and the food and everything.

He said some pretty bad things about the both of us and then stormed out. We haven't seen him since.

He left us and I still can't believe it.

I miss you. I need you.

Hermione.

Dear Fred,

I've lost count of the days. I miss you so much.

Harry's visions are getting worse. We think we might go to Godric's Hollow soon. We think the real sword might be there.

Harry has started writing, too. He writes to Ginny. Says it soothes him. I know it soothes me. It helps me keep a connection to you.

I hope you're alright.

I hope you still want me. I hope one day you can forgive me, and I can show you these letters as proof that, even from afar, I never gave up on you. On us.

Love,

Hermione.

Dear Fred,

We went to Godric's Hollow and it was awful.

It was Christmas. It was a trap. We visited the graveyard and found Harry's parents' graves. We left flowers.

Afterwards, we nearly got killed and I accidentally broke Harry's wand. I know he's so mad, even though he says he's not. We share my wand now and even though I tell him he just needs to practice, I know it's more than that.

The wand chooses the wizard and all that.

I nearly died and I thought of you. I miss you so much. I wish we could've spent Christmas together, that this war never existed.

I wish I was home with you.

Love,

Hermione.

Dear Fred,

It's been about a month since Christmas and I still miss you. Every day that goes by, I miss you more.

We went into a muggle town today, we needed supplies. I saw a boy with blue eyes just like yours. I nearly broke down. Harry had to apparate us back to our camp.

Every day, I wake up and wonder how can I do this without you.

Love,

Hermione.

Dear Fred,

We went into town again. It's Valentine's Day and I thought of you.

Harry and I barely talk. The days meld together until I lose my sense of time.

I showed Harry Dumbledore's biography. Even if most of what Skeeter wrote is a lie, it still hit Harry hard. He is angry and heartbroken. I think this mission is really affecting him.

I don't know what to do anymore. I need you.

Love,

Hermione.

Dear Fred,

Your brother came back. He saved Harry from drowning and destroyed the locket. I was so mad for abandoning us that I nearly hexed him into next week right then and there.

Ron says it's early March. That means it's been four months since I last saw you. He says Fleur is enormous. He also says she hexed him when he told her that, the tactless git.

He told us about Potterwatch. I heard your voice.

I miss you, too.

I might have found a clue on the book Dumbledore left me, but I need to double-check it before I talk it over with the boys. I hope I'm on the right track as that means that we're closer to our goal… and that I'm closer to you.

Love,

Hermione.

Dear Fred,

We visited Xenophilius Lovegood. It was a disaster. He betrayed us to try and get Luna back. I really hope she is okay, but we had to get out. We can't risk getting caught. We get caught, and Voldemort wins.

Harry is now obsessed with the Deathly Hallows. He truly believes they exist! I mean, sure, his Cloak is something else and there is evidence of some pretty powerful wands, but that doesn't mean it's the same one. And about that stone… it's just ridiculous!

I heard your voice again yesterday. It gave me strength.

On the way to the Lovegood's I left a note at the Burrow for you. I hope you receive it. If not, know that I love you, and that I'll promise 'Always and Forever' if you want me to.

I'm hoping to hear your voice again soon.

Love,

Hermione.

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Hermione,

I can't believe you left! You… you promised you'd come back to me! I am so… so angry right now, I don't even know why I'm writing this.

George hasn't woken up.

Please come back to me, please, I need you.

Yours,

Fred.

Dear Hermione,

I was so angry. I guess I'm not anymore. It's been a week since you left, but now I understand, I think. We've moved to Muriel's, since the Burrow is too well known and it might be dangerous. Mad-eye's burial was the day after we got here. He was the only casualty. No one else was hurt.

George woke up three days ago. He doesn't want to talk about what happened in the week he was in Dolohov's place. I can't blame him. He was beaten up pretty badly. All he's saying is that he didn't say anything to them. He held on.

It's the first time we haven't been able to talk about something important. He only allows Angelina and me in to see him, but he doesn't talk. I'm worried about him. I'm worried about you.

Please come back to me soon.

Yours,

Fred.

Dear Hermione,

It's been more than a month.

I was in London when I walked by a flower shop. It smelled like you. I entered and found some vanilla flowers and then practically tore the place down trying to find the other scent.

A little girl, the owner's daughter, gave me a white flower. She said it was what I was looking for. How she knew, I don't know, but she was right. Must have Seer blood, but it was a muggle shop. I wish you were here, you would know if that is possible.

It was the other scent. The one I couldn't name. White wild edelweiss, she called it.

I now have a bunch of vanilla and edelweiss flowers on my room, charmed not to wilt. The old George would've taken the mickey out of me for that. The new one didn't.

Not that much.

I now go to sleep and feel you closer to me. I can close my eyes and almost imagine you're not gone, that you've just left to look for something in another room and will be back soon. Then, I remember you won't.

Come back.

Yours,

Fred.

Dear Hermione,

I woke up with a bad feeling. I hope you're okay.

It is Christmas today and I miss you. Bill and Fleur missed the dinner Mum made. Said they wanted to spend their first holiday as a couple on their own. Maybe Fleur wasn't feeling up for traveling? You would know, you were seeing her about her pregnancy before you… disappeared.

I bought you a present, even knowing you most likely wouldn't make it back in time to receive it. It's a locket in with an engraved rose, like your name. I've put a picture of us in it and you look so happy. I've also magicked a message on it. I won't tell you yet what it is.

I now know how Grandma Cedrella felt. How I hope you could be here with me.

I miss you.

I love you,

Fred.

Dear Hermione,

George is getting better. Angelina has managed to pull him out of his daze.

The Order is mostly grounded, we barely go out anymore. It's too dangerous, they say.

We're starting a new project: Potterwatch. Lee and Remus are also on board. It is our way of fighting against the Ministry, against the Death Eaters and against Him. I hope you hear it sometime, though I don't know how you could find out about it.

Every day I think of you.

I love you,

Fred.

Dear Hermione,

Today is Valentine's Day. That means it's been three months and one week since I last saw you. I hope you're okay.

George is much better. We've resumed development on WWW products (since we can't do much for the Order as of now) and it's driving Muriel mad. Not that she wasn't mad to begin with, batty old lady.

I went to Bill and Fleur's the other day, and I could've sworn there was someone else on the house, but I couldn't find out. Bill threatened to set Fleur on me, so I left. You should see Fleur, she's enormous. Not that I'd tell her that to her face, I value my life too much. Bill says the baby's due the end of March. They miss you. I've asked Bill for help with something. You'll understand when you come back.

Come back to me soon.

I love you,

Fred.

Dear Hermione,

Xenophilius' house was destroyed a few days ago. The rumor is that Harry and you were seen there. What about Ron?

I got your note. I'm happy to know you love me. I'm happy to know you're well enough to be able to write a note.

I'm not happy to know that you didn't stay.

Every day we're apart, it rips my heart a little bit more, and yet I can't let you go. Come back to me, please.

We're going on the air again soon. I wish you could hear me, then you'd know how much I miss you.

I love you,

Fred.

A/N: There you go, I hope you guys liked it. It was that, or telling the story normally but separate for both of them. I thought you'd enjoy this more. I know that both of them are a bit OOC and the letters are not much, but I'm not much of a letter writer, like I said at the beginning.

Feedback (as in REVIEWS!) is very much appreciated. Cheers, C.