To The Girl Who Dreamed | H. POTTER

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Days later, Harry was sitting inside Grimmuald Place, his mind in his own world. Ginny walked in silently, her eyes holding unshed tears. In her hand were crisp white envelopes, each envelope holding a little part of Atticus.

"Harry." Gently said softly as she stood in front of him. He didn't respond. She sighed lightly and placed the envelopes on the small coffee table in front of him. "These were from A-Atticus." She mumbled, stumbling over her words slightly.

"She made me promise that, if something." She paused, trying to calm herself before she cried once again. "-if something were to happen, to give you these." Her voice cracked towards the end of her sentence. Her heart ached at the thought of her, now dead, best friend. Harry nodded as a stray tear left his eye. Ginny took that as her cue to leave.

Harry glanced at the stack of letters in front of him and smiled softly at the image of Atticus sitting at her desk, scribbling away on a spare piece of parchment. He leaned forward and grabbed the first one.

To The Boy I Love,

If you are reading this, that means that the worse possible thing has happened and I have passed away. If not, get your nosy self away from this letter.

In all seriousness, you shouldn't fret. I'm in a better place, watching you live a happy life. Even if im not physically there, I am spiritually.

I don't want you to remember me as the girl who died during a war. I want you to remember me as me. As the Atticus you know and love.

I want you to rememeber all of the secret glances, all of the shared whispers, all of the shared kisses. I want you to remember our time together as magical, not short.

I want you to remember that I will always love you, Harry. I know it will hurt, It will always hurt, but over time, you will be okay. You will get married to a beautiful, warm hearted girl. You will have children, and live in a wonderful home like you were always meant to. I want to remember that even though we dreamed of a life together, you can't always get what you wish for.

Now, wipe those tears away, and go live your life.

I love you, Harry James Potter, Forever and Always

Sincerely,

The Girl Who Dreams

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