You know that horrible sinking feeling that you get in the pit of your stomach when you disappoint someone really close to you? Well, if you don't that's probably a good thing, but I do, I definitely do, for I, Harry James potter have just disappointed Hermione Jane Granger in the worst way possible. What, you might ask, could be so horrible? Well its all rather simple, to sum it up I've become a monster, I've become a murderer, and not to the great Lord Voldemort, no that was a long time ago, at the end of my seventh year, but I'm getting off track, I've become a murderer to someone much more close to both of us, I murdered what I once called my best friend, Ronald Weasley. You're probably thinking how and why would I do such I thing, the truth is I didn't actually kill him, I was captured, by who I don't know and why they let me go I don't know either, but what I do know is that I was captured and beaten and put under the Imperious curse and sent along my way as if everything was normal. That night Ron was dead and it was entirely my fault. True, Ron and I had grown apart over the years but we still got together regularly to catch up on how each others lives were going, he was a famous Quidditch player after all and didn't get to spend that much time at home. Why we grew apart in the first place was Ron was always a little jealous when we were in school together, not to sound big-headed or anything, but it was really annoying and I guess he never really got over it, and once out of school he got caught up in all kinds of trouble, such as drugs and cheating during games, and buying illegal artifacts from the wizarding black market, and personally I didn't really approve of it all so I kind of kept my distance not wanting my name in the paper anymore than it already was, but once again I'm getting off subject. I killed Ron, such simple three little words that turned my entire life upside down, I'm supposed to go to trial sometime in the next month or so, I cant remember the date, and frankly I don't want to, people keep saying I wont be found guilty since I'm the great Harry potter, vanquisher of the Dark Lord, but personally I think I should be sentenced to a thousand years in Azkaban for what I've done, but I won't. Why's that you might ask, you have a lot of question don't you, well its because I wont live long enough to make my date with justice, as the saying goes, because you could basically call this my farewell letter to the world that I'm writing it from, yes, I am going to take my own life what's another after what all that I've seen and done? To anyone whose reading this I'm terribly sorry that you found it and most likely me, but please don't grieve over me I wouldn't have liked that, and despite what most people think I've had a relatively good life except for the whole Voldemort trying to kill me thing but there's been plenty of good times to make up for it, so I leave you now, hopefully I'm off to a better place as most people say, and to Hermione I'm so, so, sorry for all the pain I've caused you, I just hope one day you can forgive me. Well, farewell, it's been a great ride.
Harry J. Potter,
Savior and Betrayer.
And that's what Hermione read after finding Harry lying peacefully on his bed, an empty potion vial in his hand and all she could do was stand over him looking down at his peaceful face and thinking 'I never even blamed you in the first place Harry.' She then picked up his letter where she had dropped it after reading it for the third time and tucked it into the pocket of her cloak and bent to give her love their very first and last kiss then silently apparated away.