All belongs to the fablous JK...cept Viktor. I'll take him off Hermione's hands. Viktor: "huh?"

Letters to Ron.


Dearest Ron,

How's it going? I miss you, and Harry too of course. Life here is wonderful. I work with Neville. He's quite a charmer. He misses you guys too. How's my baby, Crookshanks? It's such a shame I can't keep him hear in my room. The lady I rent from doesn't allow any pets, so I'm quite pleased that you said you could take care of him. So tell me what's happening in your life?

I was hoping I could make it down for the holidays this year, but sadly, I have to work the day before and the day after. Even with the fast flights to London and back, I don't think it would be possible to even breath correctly after all that wonderful holiday food your mother prepares. But let her know that I'm sorry and thanks.

Well, this is all I have time for now. Give my love to everybody and I'll see you as soon as I can.

With love always,

Hermione.

Harry Potter's green eyes filled with tears as he sat by a lonely tomb stone as he read the letter aloud.

"Ya know buddy? She doesn't even remember the war. She can't even remember that she's a witch. Neville can't even remember his own bloody name half the time, but he knows Hermione and I. I wish you were here, man. I miss you so much. Hermione's been in St. Munglo's since the day after the war ended. The nurses think she might get better, that its only she herself that's blocking the horrible memories. They've said she wakes up screaming every single night. Keeps having the same nightmare

Now Neville on the other hand, the nurses think he's met the same fate as his parents has. "

He sighed and ran a hand through his tossed black hair. "I really wish you were hear Ron. I miss you more than anything. You were my brother. My best friend. My family." Harry sniffed, and brought a handkerchief from the pocket of his blazer and dabbed his eyes.

"Oh yeah man, I almost forgot. Happy Birthday" Harry smiled and laid the box of Bertie Botts beans on the lush grass by the headstone.

"I'll see you next week Ron, take care."

Harry walked away from the headstone that stood atop the hill. It was small with an engraving.

"Here lies the bravest man alive. Ronald Weasly. Treasured son, brother, and friend.

Missed by family and friends, remembered by the world. Hero."

Harry groaned as he entered his flat. He opened a latch on a small box that was sitting on the mantel and put the letter into it before locking it again.

He sat at a small desk and brought out a muggle paper and pen took a deep breath and wrote

My Lovely Hermione

End