This bit of writing popped into my head very quickly I don't know what it is, so if anyone has an idea feel free to take it and run.
Nia
Dear Hermione,
I've been alive for 20 years. Although, it occurs to me that living is perhaps not the word, because it is not living to breathe as I do, to walk as I do, to tread the halls with heavy tread like I do, it's not living. It's surviving.
Surviving takes courage, and courage takes strength in times of bloodshed, when sometimes you think that maybe, just maybe it would be easier simply to vanish. To disappear without a trace into the veils of time, to leave, your footsteps the only remainder of who you are and what you stood for.
Sometimes I think it would be easier to bow out, like so many before me, it's not a dishonorable fate. Nobody blames them, they suffered enough in their final moments to make up for the suffering they now inflict on us by their loss.
Draco has told me that what I'm doing is tantamount to ritual suicide. I don't disagree, I simply asked him why he was coming with me. And he smiled twisted, United we stand, Divided we fall he echoed sounds of heroes gone bye filtering through the ages to chorus with him.
I said that was bullshit. He agreed. So in our own way we are taking the easiest route to quickest death, but it won't be something easily forgotten this time kitten. Oh no. We're taking them down with us, we're making them pay a blood debt for what they've done, to all the pain and suffering they have inflicted on a generation whose lives are hard enough. For people who shouldn't have to go to sleep wondering if they'll wake up. For you.
Blaise Zabini
p.s.: I doubt I'll see you again. And if you do. Kill me.