Dear Draco,

If you are reading this then, well, I must be dead. You're probably snorting right now at the overpowering cliché but I know of no other way of saying this. You always did say I lacked creativity. There are many things in the past that we have kept from each other – your childhood, my missions, the fact that I secretly love that you drink all the pumpkin juice in the morning and how you always leave your shoes in front of the door so the first thing I do when I enter the room is trip. All the little things that will go untold and I wish that I had done things differently. I wish that every time I lay in your arms at night after making love I had professed every single thing that I adored about you. But I suppose it is too late now to continue such wishing. Draco. I had one secret in this world, one that I never told you or anyone else. The last horcrux. I knew what it was from the beginning. Me. I hope you understand that my death was necessary and I hope that one day you may forgive me and fall in love again. Remember this always – my body may be dead, but my soul, my heart forever belongs to you. I'm so sorry Draco. I love you.

Harry

Dear Harry,

I know you can never read this but I don't know how else to talk to you. Speaking to your grave – I just can't. I don't suppose I'll ever forgive you for what you did last year. I tried to move on like you said. I really did. Dated this girl, Karen, for a bit. She was nice and pretty but she was nothing like you. No one is. No one ever will be. I tried for a year, Harry. Tried to understand, to move on, to fall in love again. But I couldn't. Cant. Wont. You know how stubborn I can be. All I can say is that I will see you soon. I love you, Harry. Happy anniversary.

Draco