Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Authors Note: This is a letter written to Harry Potter.
The light died long ago. All that is left are the scavengers. All hope disappeared with the savior. Do we even deserve to be saved. We humiliated, beat, starved, bloodied, tormented, betrayed, tortured him. Its no wonder he left us to our fates. Its been twenty years since anyone has heard of him, and no one has claimed his death. Twenty dark, dreadful, horrible, death filled years. I am seventeen today and all I have ever known is this. I have heard things about how it use to be. People could be happy laugh play have fun with no fear of retribution. I sometimes dream of this. Its like a nightmare teasing me. I remember when I was kid when there was still some tiny bit of hope left in the world, I had overheard a conversation that someone special, a magical person I mean, if that person was desperate enough and has enough magic, said person could write a letter and use their magic to send it to someone. I am going to try. For what its worth, which probably is nothing at all. I am sorry for all that has happened to you. I know that this letter will most likely never actually be seen by you, and that this letter mostly is an futile attempt to I don't know get my thoughts and feelings out there, but I have to try. To not try something, anything is lazy as well does not help anyone at all. And if by some odd miracle this letter actually does reach you, know that I have no expectations of you coming. I know that we do not deserve it, but still again, I am sorry for what has happened to you.
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