AN: This one I set to Missing, by Evanescence.
Harry,
Ron's been taking this better, I think. Sometimes he's real quiet, with a haunted look in his eyes… And then he's angry, screaming and yelling about everything… But at least he feels something. I'm still empty. I feel hollow and cracked, like something inside me is gone, something I never knew was there until it wasn't. Were you…
Were you empty? Was this what you felt? Were you a stranger in your own body? I think I get it…
I miss you, though. That, I can always feel. I'm sorry, Harry, that I didn't get it before.
Maybe I still don't now.
Love,
Hermione