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Dear Mother and Father,
I write this letter to you from my cold, lonely cell in Azkaban. I thoughtof all of the people in theworld my parents should know the truth about what happened that night. First, I would like to extend my sincerest apologies to both of you. I know you wanted me to be more like Daphne, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't play nice.
When I was first captured they assumed I was aDeath Eater and I wanted the power, but the truth is that I did this for love. I couldn't let her continue to threaten me. She was going to take my man fromme. I couldn't let her take Draco.
I sighed heavily as I felt a tear roll down my cheek. My cellmate sat only a few from me as I wrote the letter. I had only been here a few weeks and her and I had barely spoken. "So, you're the crazy bitch that killed Pansy Parkinson," she said with a
sly smile.
It's true. I killed Pansy Parkinson on the tenth of June and I did do it quite viciously. I do not regret it.
I looked up at the long dark haired woman with piercing blue eyes and shrugged, "Yeah." I let my eyes drift back to the paper, but she did not seem to understand social cues.
"Did you really torture her? I mean, she was a bitch, but what could she have oen to you that was so bad," she asked, pushing her hair back and sitting cross-legged next to me on my bed. I guess once they realize you killed someone in here, people were
more willing to interact with you.
The morning of her death, Pansy came to the cottage for tea and I had everything planned. It took me three years to plan how I would kill her. Our tea was enjoyable enough until Draco came home. Pansy walked right up to him and hugged him tightly, pushing her obnoxiously fake breasts into his chest. She then let her hand trail down to grab MY husband's ass. After all of the torture I went through in school because of her and having her trying to take my husband. Enough was enough.
I love you both more than words can say. This will be the last time I speak with you. Tell Draco I will always love him, until the day I di there will be no other man.
Love always and forever,
Astoria Greengrass Malfoy
That was three years ago. The day after I wrote that letter, I escaped prison. Soon, you will see how, but for now just know that I escaped. The pieces will fall into place, I promise.
My name has changed. I live in muggle London as a bartender and am known as Emma Prewett. Astoria Greengrass Malfoy is dead… well, as far as the wizarding world is concerned.
The small flat I live in is across town from Draco's. I have had a hard time keeping away from him. He hasn't seriously dated anyone since my passing and there seems to be a cloud of gloom constantly following him. I hate that this made me slightly happy.
I ruined his life.
Shortly after I escaped Azkaban I dyed my hair red and spoke with an American accent.
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"Ms. Prewett," I heard my landlord say as he knocked loudly on my door.
"One moment." I searched for the money I had stashed away for rent as my large dog barked loudly at the door. I grabbed it from the side table by the door and answered the door, "I'm sorry Mr. Radcliffe. One of these days I'll remember to give this to
you without you coming to get it." I laughed lightly and he smiled. My aging landlord made a stop at my door once a month reminding me that I had to pay rent. Before I went to Azkaban, Draco would always handle the finances and I went from living
in my parent's home to my husband's. I had never been on my own. "Oh, is someone moving in?" I asked him, nodding toward the apartment across the hall.
He smiled, "Ah, yes. A man about your age, actually," he winked. Mr. Radcliffe had been trying to set me up with every eligible man in town since I moved here, but there was no one for me but Draco.
"Nice try," I laughed and slowly closed the door.
It was hours later before I was actually ready to leave the apartment to go to the pub and work. I had my apron on and my hair pulled up. I had made a habit of putting on more makeup because I received better tips from the older men. I was locking my
door and turned to see the man across the hall moving in. I peered into the door and knocked lightly, hoping to introduce myself. The young man turned around and I immediately realized it was Draco. Draco Fucking Malfoy. My husband had just moved
in across the hall.
I cleared my throat and forced myself to remain calm. "Hey," he smiled as he made his way around the boxes toward me.
"Um, hello," I managed to stutter out.
"I'm Draco," he said motioning to the box ridden apartment, "I obviously just moved in."
I extended my hand, "As-Emma. I'm Emma." He took my hand in his and the fireworks I had always felt for him returned. I quickly drew my arm away. "I'm sorry I'm late for work. Nice meeting you," I said before making a beeline for the door.