AN: Dust in the Wind, by Kansas.
Harry,
Everything here reminds me of you. The windows, the halls, that statue of that witch on the third floor. I went into your old room today. Told Ginny that I left a book and went back during breakfast. There was no one else in the tower, and I went straight up.
Your bed's gone. Your trunk doesn't sit where it used to either, but I guess you could have guessed that.
But no one's taken over the space.
There's just blank spot in front of the window.
Where you used to be.
And I just sat there and cried. All morning.
Like I'm crying now.
And then I went and stole back my timeturner from Dumbledore's office. He still fucking had it. I guess he didn't keep his word about a lot of thongs, did he? Like keeping you safe.
I miss you, Harry. And I love you. I've loved you the whole time we were friends. I always wanted to be there for you, Harry, the way you there for me. I'm sorry I wasn't. I wanted to save you the way you saved me, Harry.
I'm sorry I couldn't.
But I still love you.
Missing you,
Love,
Hermione