Brother,
I've rewritten the start of this letter many times more than you presented yourself to mother with Gryffindor's flag as a cape, but, I simply couldn't find the right words. How could be the best way to start a letter for the brother who has turned his back to his family, his little brother included? I t sadden me the fact that you didn't say goodbye to me. We may have never been joined at the hip, and we may have never got to understand each other. I never understood why the Sorting Hat sent you to Gryffindor or rather, why are you so different from the rest of the family. That would have been so much easier.
Deep down, it seems that you had been planning it since we were kids. Since I have memory you have been trying to stand out. I still remember the first time we were invited to Malfoy Mannor. If I am not mistaken, Lucius was eleven and had just received his Hogwarts letter. I think that was the reason why the party was being held and there were there all the pure blood families from the UK. You decided that such an event, for the feeble of Malfoy, was too much, so, who decided to show that he, was as good wizard as anybody? You, my dear brother, it was you. And nothing less than setting fire to the grove next to the manor. Alright, it is true that you were a kid and didn't have a good control in your magic, but your mischievous smile proved that it was not a complete accident after all. I will always remember the image of our mother telling you off while you were restraining your laughter and winking at me.
I long for those days when we used to feel like real brothers. Even then, I had the impression that you were distinct. I ignore if it was because you didn't laugh at muggle and mudblood jokes that father and uncle Cygnus made or because you spent the time getting yourself into trouble, yet at the end of the day we were completely unlike. I sensed that you were already aware of it.
Of course, when you entered Hogwarts it was clear that you were not like the rest of the family. I recall our father's rage when you sent your first letter, announcing your sorting into Gryffindor. Mother, oh dear mother, she spent many days locked in house, fearing what the rest of the pure blood families would say. I have never seen mother so upset, not even when you recently left home.
You know, brother? I have always admired your strength and capability of confronting the entire family, even if I do not approve it. You are my brother, after all; you being here or not. That does not mean I am not disappointed with the fact that you left without saying goodbye.
Your younger brother,
Regulus