4 September 2011
Dear Hermione,
I have been away from you for a year, but it's felt like I haven't seen your face in thousands of years. Today marks the three hundred sixty-fifth letter, but it feels like the millionth.
I miss you so much it physically hurts. I have a few photos of you and Rose and Hugo, but I don't think that's enough. Can you send more? It's been a year; I don't know how much you all have changed.
Right now, we're by the ocean, and it makes me think of you. Sometimes it's calm and you think there could never be anything more beautiful. And then, sometimes it's so angry, it could kill, but it's still just as beautiful as it was when it was calm. That reminds me of you.
We usually catch Death Eaters daily, but it's been slow in the last few weeks. Harry and me think they're planning something big.
How are Rose and Hugo? Is Rosie showing any signs of possessing the famous Hermione Granger brains? Is Hugo showing any interest in anything besides being a mystery? Hope so.
And what about you? I only hope you didn't decide to ditch me and go off marrying another bloke (pun intended, please don't kill me). Are you seeing Ginny at all? I've been writing her too, and by the sound of it, you're not getting out too much when you're not working. Love, please do something. Go out with Ginny and Angelina and have fun. Forget about me for now…well, not completely: at least write, alright?
I love you all so much. One year down, one to go.
Love,
Ron
8 September 2011
Dear Ron,
I'm sorry I haven't been writing as much as you, but I don't have as much time on my hands as you seem to have.
I've enclosed a few newer pictures of Rose, Hugo and I at the Burrow for Rose's birthday today. I don't think we've changed much, but I suppose you will probably think differently. I really wished you could've been there. She turned five today, but all she asked for was for you to come home to teach her how to ride a broom.
I miss you so much. It really does feel like more than a year. I feel like I've aged fifty years since you've left.
I took Rose and Hugo to Diagon Alley yesterday, which reminded me of you. We went into George's shop, which reminded me of when you were working there. Basically, I can't get you out of my head.
Rose has developed a great love for books much too advanced for her (no surprise there). I also got to witness Hugo's first sign of magic the other day. I turned my back on him for half a moment and when I turn back, he's literally walking up the kitchen wall! I told him his daddy would be so proud to know his son isn't a Squib.
You'll be glad to hear that took your advice and had a girl's night with the rest of the Weasley women last Saturday night, Ginny even got your mum to come. We left the children at the Burrow with the males and we were quite surprised to come home to see the house still standing.
I've been writing Harry, and according to him, you've been on a roll when it comes to catching Death Eaters. I'm so proud of you, Ron. I always knew you had the makings of an Auror, even if you didn't think so.
You have no idea how much I miss you right now, especially after I see the rest of your brothers with their wives, happy and together. Then I look at Ginny and realize I'm not so alone.
One year down, one to go.
I love you more than anything,
Hermione
