Dear Harry Potter,
I am probably the last person you would like to receive a letter from, but you are the last person I am not only sending a letter to but also the last person I will speak to. The Ministry of Magic is waiting downstairs and I will be dead by the time you read this.
When I was eleven there was a helpless boy in a robe shop with emerald eyes. I didn't know who he was but that was the last thing that was on my mind. Maybe if I impressed him that would have him in my hands. He didn't give me everything I wanted just because you were scared of my father. He said that he was going to Hogwarts and I felt my chances with the boy grow bigger.
He was the thought I carried with me back to the Manor. I was young and now it seems humiliating. I had told my mother about him and she was just as anxious as I was to see him. And then I saw him on the train…this time I knew your name.
I was disappointed and knew that it wouldn't work. Ignoring those thoughts I still tried to impress you and use my strategy from the first time I saw you. I left embarrassed and ashamed. You are and to my death day the only thing I wanted but never had. Mother wrote to me the first week asking if I had seen you yet. I didn't write back. I saw that you were friends with Weasley-someone with far less class than me. He had won the prize that I sought out to have.
You were also sorted into Gryffindor and knew my chances with you were slim. Envy had fulfilled me. As the years went on you, Weasley, and Granger became even more close and my chances were more and more slim. In the summer after fifth year I knew you wouldn't want to be with me at all. I knew you wouldn't want to be with anyone with a dark mark embedded on their arm.
I knew the answer at my trial if I were to live or to die before they told me. Malfoys don't apologize… but I'm sorry. Sorry Harry…goodbye.
-The boy who made mistakes but never stopped loving that green eyed boy from the robe shop.
Draco Malfoy