Dear Father,
This is it. This is goodbye. As you sit and rot in your cell at Azkaban, a perfectly fitting place for you I might add, I would just like to say a few words before putting the past firmly behind me and never thinking of you ever again.
I could have been mean, angry, cold, and ruthless, just like you had always been. I could have been fake, stupid, weak, and senseless, just like you, but I made up my mind. Family and tradition may have meant the world to me, but I realized there was no supremacy in being a pureblood without someone to be beneath you. And a world of only our kind would eventually have perished from the insanity its race would develop over time. Voldemort's path was one of destruction, Father. There would have been no future with him, only death.
You once said that he would find me after my betrayal and kill me. You were partially right. He did find me, but he didn't succeed in the killing. You see, I had, and still do have, people on my side would die for me, not out of fear, but love. They respect me and treat me as the equal I am to them. That's why I left, to be on my own for once. I couldn't take living with you anymore. I couldn't stand the thought that I might turn out like you wanted me to; a liar and a killer.
You thought you were there to guide me and I thought were too, but really, you were only in my way. While growing up I may have wanted to be everything I saw you as, but I was a stupid child and you were wrong if you thought I'd always want to be just like you. You had, for the most part, brainwashed me, and looking up to you in the way I did as a boy, I believed every word that left your mouth. It took a while, but I finally broke through the control you had over me and took back my life into my own hands.
I'm happy now, with people who truly love me and a partner who can see through all the masks you taught me to put up. He says he can see that I still love you, and I do, in that strange way that only a son can love his father, even after all the hell you put me through. A part of me misses you and hopes that you don't suffer too much, but it's time to let go and move on. So with that, I say goodbye for the last time,father.
Goodbye.
Your son,
Draco