Dear Hermione,

I know. I'm still not home. This mission is taking longer than we expected; these guys are tricky. They're covering up their tracks so we can't find them. Barcelona is a very big city and it's hard to track them down now that they're scattered all around the place.

Getting permission to send this letter off was a feat in itself. I begged for three weeks and finally got the go-ahead last night. I just hope that this gets there on time. You'd be here with me, hunting down these wizards, but you're doing something far better at home. Tell Hope that Daddy misses her very much and that I'll be back soon. I know she's not born yet (four months is too long to wait), but I want her to know that I care.

I miss fighting over the blankets with you. It's lonely in this bed all by myself. I swear that I've counted the tiles above my bed thirty times because I'm so bored. The occasional night out and hanging out with the guys is alright, but our talks are more fun, although watching a very drunk Moody flirting with every girl that walks by is very entertaining.

Did I ever tell you how much I love you? I was counting the tiles last night for the twenty-ninth time, when it hit me that I haven't like I should. Merlin, you've done everything for me. You got me to graduate Hogwarts, kept me alive, helped me set up my own house, and those are just some of the big things. And then there are the times when all it took was a smile or a hug to make me feel like I was on Cloud Nine on the worst of days.

Best of all, you gave me family. A reason to fight. That's why I'm over here right now, so I can keep you and Hope safe. Nobody is going to take you two away from me without a fight. I wish I could be over there today and I know that you hate the commercialism and the sappy love letters, but I wanted to write and tell you this anyway.

Hermione, I'd be lost without you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Love,

Your Harry

Hermione held the letter with shaking hands. Tears streamed down her face as she read the second-to-last line again. She wanted Harry more than ever at that moment, but she could wait. It would make his return to her and the baby all the sweeter. She traced over his signature and whispered to the empty living room of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, “I love you too, Harry. Happy Valentine's Day.”