A/N: I own nada.

April 3, 2030

Dearest Scorpius,

There's something I've been meaning to tell you for some time now and I can't hold back any longer. I love you. I always have and I know I always will. In my mind, you're my soulmate.

Ever since I was sorted into Slytherin, you were determined we'd be the best of friends, claiming that "we would be the Potter and Malfoy to break the century-long rivalry". And we were. The best of friends. You helped me make friends amongst our house and I helped my family overcome their prejudice toward you; you even became a part of our family clan at school.

I remember how in third year, you hexed Jimmy Nettles because he insinuated the new history of magic textbooks were rubbish and that no 7th year, the chosen one or not, would have been able to defeat Voldemort. I knew then you were my best and most loyal friend, and nothing that came our way would separate us. Do you remember in fourth year when I began to have irrationally terrible nightmares about you dying and you said I could sleep in your bed so I would know you were still alive and by my side? And how we sleep together every night after? I haven't been able to sleep as well as those days at Hogwarts and I blame you for it.

For the next two years I had you all to myself and it was why 5th and 6th year were my favorites. I remember your lips and your body and how gentle and patient you were with me even though I knew you just wanted release. I remembered how you would take your time getting to know my body and what made me moan and what tickled me. You always loved tickling me, even in public. Something about a boy giggling seemed to make you happy and even though I was always embarrassed, it didn't matter because you were touching me.

I remember how you whispered my name every time you came, full of such affection and devotion I was afraid I made it up in my head. I remember the one time you were actually able to scream it out loud without fear of being found out, because we were alone in the prefects' bathroom instead of your four-poster bed. I knew then and there that I loved you... more than just friendship and more than two boys experimenting because there was nothing better to do.

But then you stayed with my family over the summer before 7th year and everything changed. Rose changed. And you noticed. Once school started again you stopped inviting me to your bed. The sex stopped. The kisses stopped. The secret touches during class stopped. The look of longing left your eyes. You said it was a phase, that we were a phase. But for me, you were the beginning of my reality. I knew I could never go back now that my eyes were opened. It wasn't until I caught you kissing Rose under the mistletoe during Christmas break that I knew I had lost you forever. We were never the same after that.

You and Rose were inseparable after the holiday break, and after graduation you immediately started living together. We were supposed to live together after Hogwarts. You had always promised me that. You said we would live together like two bachelors for the rest of our lives and get jobs at the Ministry and never let girls get between us. You lied.

Every time you tried to hang out with me after that, I made excuses about extra Auror training or sudden dinner dates I had forgotten about. Most of the time I was lying, but I think you knew that. Yet you kept trying. I've always loved your persistence. I know you wanted us to go back to being best friends, but you have to understand why I couldn't. Not while you were with her.

It wasn't until the night of your bachelor party that I realized you were suffering too. You somehow manipulated me into being your best man despite our distance. You could always make me do things even when I didn't want to. I hate and love that about you. We went to a gentlemen's club with a bunch of our friends, but your eyes never left mine, even when the prettiest dancer in the room gave you a lap dance. Those eyes burned into me like a growing fire, just like they always had before. It wasn't until we dropped everyone off and only you and I remained in the back of limo, both drunk as fuck and without any inhibitions, that you finally kissed me and told me you loved me, but that you couldn't do this because you loved Rose also and that she would be heartbroken. I guess you never thought that I could be heartbroken, too. That night we went back to your flat and made love all night... at least I'd like to think it was more than just sex.

But when the sun rose, we went back to being "best friends" and you were married as planned. My heart broke into a thousand pieces when you kissed her, sealing your future fate forever. As soon as you both went on your honeymoon, I left to find myself. I quit the Auror training program on a whim and traveled the world, living wherever I could find a hospitable household. People are more friendly than I expected, especially when you're the famed Harry Potter's son. While looking for myself, I found Ralph, Tommy, Harold and Ivan, all pale and blonde but none of them you.

I'm sorry I never wrote you back the past 5 years. I received every owl you sent. I have all the letters in a bag that I sent to Lily to hold onto until I was ready to read them. I still haven't. To be honest, I really don't want to know what you have to say about your perfect married life, as immature as that sounds. Mum and Dad have already informed me that your second baby is due in a couple months and that your first just celebrated their third birthday. Aries Gemini Malfoy, right? You do realize that those are our astrological signs, right? I wonder how you got that past Rose. It just proves what an asshole you can be at times. Do you remember how you used to always make me read my horoscope and swore to hex me if I ever told people how much into astrology you were. You even said our charts were made for each other.

I want to say I'm happy for you, but I've always been a terrible liar. It's one of the reasons I haven't been back for the holidays despite my mother's threats, which we both know aren't of the shallow kind. I just couldn't imagine I would have reacted well to your little family.

Which brings me to this: I'm finally writing this letter to you, because I'm coming back home. My dad pulled some major strings for me to continue where I left off with my Auror training and I realize that's where I want to be now. I need you to know that I have no intention of contacting or being around you (Rose, I'll just have to suck it up and tolerate her, since I'm sure you never came clean about any part of us), and I need you to respect that. I don't think I'll be able to handle myself if I see you. Even after 5 years, the thought of you still gives me butterflies and makes my heart swell.

I'm also bringing my boyfriend back with me (no, he's not pale or blonde), and we plan on living together since he's been offered a position at the ministry in the mysteries department. From what I've heard, that means you'll be working with him. Please, if you engage him in conversation, don't ask or talk about me. I care about him a lot and I don't want him knowing you're that guy... the one that got away so to speak. He knows about my past but he doesn't know your real name and I plan on keeping it that way. I have no idea why he's still with me, but he is. He loves me and I care about him as much I possibly can, which seems to be enough for him. He helped me through a dark time and I literally owe him my life so I trust you'll be nice to him and do as I ask. If we were ever best friends and if you ever loved me, I expect you to respect my wishes.

I'm sure in time, I'll be able to see you again and that we might even become aquaintances. Don't worry, I don't plan on being around during the holidays so you don't have to worry about how awkward Christmas will be. Skylar, my boyfriend, has already arranged that I go back with him to America to celebrate with his family and I gladly accepted. Don't tell mum yet though. I have yet to deal with her about it and as usual, I'm going to procrastinate. I really hope you continue to have a nice life.

"Time fades like the ink in this love letter, but my love for you will always remain."

Sincerely yours until my heart stops beating,

Albus Potter

P.S. The quote was from a song I wrote when I was in a Muggle rock band for a while. I played drums. Unbelievable huh?

A/N: Soooo this originally started off as just an angsty love letter, but as I was writing it, I realized it could actually make a pretty damn good story. Review and let me know if you agree. =) Angsty-Cookies for those who review!