Dear Harry
I've always watched you in the hall. Your every smile. Your every move. Every step. Every laugh. Sometimes I think I know you more then anyone else. I know it's mad, but it's true.
I've memorised your face. Every inch of your skin, every lash on your eyelids, every strand of your hair. And your eyes. Oh, your eyes. I've memorised them too.
But you don't notice me. You never have. And now, you never will. Because you're not here.
I wish you were, Harry. I wish it with all my heart. But there's no point. Because you're not coming back. You can't come back. You're an adult now. And me? I'm just a kid.
You'll probably think I'm mad, writing this. And you're probably right, too. But Harry, I do love you. I always will.
I love you, Harry. I always have.