My dearest Ginny,

Chances are that this letter will never find you, but I need someone to talk to and I have no one. I have finally reached my lowest point. Before he died, Professor Dumbledore left me a mission. I have to find and destroy some objects in order to be able to get rid of Tom Riddle once and for all. They are made from the darkest of magic. At first, we were planning on leaving after you were back at Hogwarts, but the Death Eaters had other plans. When we left the wedding, we went to London but we came across some Death Eaters looking for us and we ended up at Grimmauld Place. After a mission gone wrong we were forced to abandon it. We've been camping in the wild ever since September. We've found on of the objects.

I haven't stopped thinking about you. Whenever I can get away, I go to a quiet corner away from the other two, I activate the map and look at your dot. It makes me feel a bit closer to you. I know it's silly, but truthfully, I wouldn't be able to cope otherwise. You are my only company when I'm out in the cold during the cold nights, on guard duty. You are the only reason I keep going. The hope to see you again makes me keep fighting.

I won't lie to you. Things are pretty bad out here. We've got barely enough food to survive. We don't get any news about your family and the order. The conditions we live under are even worse.

We overheard Ted Tonks, Dean and their companions talking and found out about you guys breaking into Snape's office and how you were caught. I was terrified at first, but then they said you had to serve detention with Hagrid. I am very proud by the way. I made the mistake to say out loud that I was glad you only got detention with Hagrid who is our friend and loyal to the light. Ron exploded. He said some pretty bad things and accused me of some others. He said that I don't know what I'm doing and that I don't have a plan. Well, the funny thing is that after Dumbledore's funeral I told them that I have no plan and no idea what I'm doing. Plus, I had told them everything Dumbledore had told me. He said some more things and wands were drawn, but Hermione stopped us. Ron left and Hermione ran after him. They left me. I searched for them for over an hour but I couldn't stay in the rain any longer. Hermione took her bag with all of our supplies with her. My supper tonight was a mushroom. I'm out of food right now. I don't know what I'll do from now on.

Ginny, I don't know if I'll get out of this alive. I could get caught any moment. So, I feel the need to tell you some things. To begin with, my feelings towards you began changing the Easter of my fifth year when you brought me that egg. You always knew how to treat me when the others danced around egg shells. That summer, I really enjoyed spending time with you and I actually was looking forward for that. But when we got back to school, things got complicated. You were with Dean and I got a new pet. A monster in my chest that growled dangerously whenever Dean was even around you or I heard something about you. At first I tried to tell myself that it was brotherly instincts and that's why I was so protective over you. Those thought kept me awake many nights. And then, when Ron and I saw you and Dean making out in that corridor and I wanted to tear Dean apart, I knew. I was in love with you. I was so in love with you. I struggled with my feelings for a long time. I couldn't tell Ron as he would kill me and I also couldn't tell Hermione because, well you know her. And of course I didn't have Sirius, so I kept it to myself.

And I may or may not have something to do with the two of you breaking up. Nothing intentional or direct. One evening, as you were entering the portrait hole I was going out. I had my invisibility cloak on. Well, it wasn't Dean helping you through. It was me trying not to bump into you. I won't lie, I was glad when I heard you two broke up. And then we kissed. Best moment of my life. It was just magical. A worthy patronus memory.

Ginny, those few weeks were the best weeks of my life. Breaking up with you was the most difficult thing I ever had to do. I really didn't want to, but at the moment it seemed like a good way to keep you safe. I now know that it was stupid. You are a Weasley and Snape would have told them what you mean to me. And then that kiss on my birthday made me realize something. Something that both thrilled me and terrified me. I love you. I know that I have no right to tell you this after hurting you, but I love you. and I miss you so much. My only hope is that I will see you one day and I will be able to properly explain everything. Hopefully soon.

I should wrap this up and decide what the hell I'm going to do now that I'm all alone and with no supplies. I wish there was a way to see you, but this is not an option. It's not safe for either of us.

I love you,

Harry.

'I really wish there was a way.' Harry thought, as he tucked away the letter in his pouch. Sighing, he left the table and looked around the tent to see what he was left with. He found some quills and parchment on the back, some blankets and one of his jumpers on the beds and a book that had fallen underneath Hermione's bed. He would check it out later. In the kitchen, he could only find a couple of mugs and plate, some coffee, tea and sugar.

"Fabulous!" he said sarcastically. He emptied his pouch on the table to see what else he had. It wasn't much. He had the Marauders Map, his invisibility cloak, his photo album, the fake Horcrux, his birthday gifts and his money bag, that contained 36 galleons, some knuts and a couple hundred pounds. At least he had some money. And the real Horcrux, of course.

He got up and headed to the bathroom for a hot shower, in an effort to warm up a bit. He cast a warming charm on the pipes and stepped into the shower. After several minutes, he was done. He looked at his clothes and with a flick of is wand he cleaned them up and dried them off. He dried his body and air and got dressed again. He cast a warming charm on his clothes and went to the kitchen to make some tea.

He sat on the table and summoned some parchment, ink and a quill.

What should he do? It was time to move and more importantly, he now needed a place to regroup. Could he go back to Grimmauld Place? The death eaters probably were watching it, so it was not safe. So where could he go? Well, there was a place, but he had sworn to never return there. Well, not much of a choice. In the morning he would pack and leave. He was going back to Privet Drive.

A/N: Happy New Year! Hope you like it, let me know what you think. I don't own Harry Potter unfortunately.