A/N: Just before writing that latest letter, I had been having a very interesting discussion with two of my best friends. A Buddhist, A Christian, and An Atheist, so I was kind of venting my opinions into that chapter.
Dear Harry,
My ninth letter now. If I was a normal person with a normal life I'd be saying stuff like "I dumped Dean, god, he's so boring, I think I'll go read a trashy magazine" or "I think I need to lose weight, Pansy keeps telling me I'm fat".
But I don't, and I don't think I ever will. How can I?
I'm sorry I destroyed my seventh letter. I couldn't bear for you to see what I wrote. Enough said.
People keep disappearing. Luna didn't come back from the Christmas holidays, and Malfoy hasn't been at school all year.
It's horrible. Absolutely gut-wrenchingly horrible. The way there's the powerful and the powerless, and nothing in between. Right now I feel pretty powerless.
Each night I wonder where you are, what you're doing. Why aren't you here, what are you doing that's so important?
I'm not surprised you're gone. I know I've told you this, but I think you'd never be happy, really truly happy, unless you're doing something to help. That's just the kind of person you are, and that's why I love you.
I hope, no, I know you're still alive, and will see you again.
Let's just hope that's soon.
Ginny