Dear Tom,
I know, that you don´t have any idea of who I am, and maybe it´s better. You won´t say anything rude to me, your Slytherine friends won´t laugh at me. My name´s Joan Straight and honestly, I am from a muggle family and belong to Gryffindor. Yes, I appreciate you´re despising me from this moment so you have decided not to read more. Please, do it. It means very much to me. And sadly, this is the most interesting fact about me, I am one of the most boring people that have ever existed. And I am also really shy and I´ve never been able to speak to you, to say only a word. So I don´t have a chance that I would ever tell this to you. So I chose this way to make you know what I feel.
I´ve been in love with you for long, long time. From the first year, I´ve been looking at you every single time and I´ve been trying to get enough courage to tell you, how handsome you are. I´ve never been able to do it. I know, you don´t care. Maybe you haven´t even read these words. Once I realized, that I am completely unintelligent and ugly girl. I am not worth living. I don´t have what to live for. My parents are the only people who ever liked me and they are the reason why I´m still breathing. But after finnishing school, I´m going to kill myself – I don´t want to live oin this world anymore. I´m waiting for the graduating because of my mother, she won´t be able to live knowing that her daughter ran away before she ended school. I don´t know why I tell this to you, but I can´t let it be. I need to tell you, like I need to tell many other things. However I want, I won´tdo it. I´m not able to find the words. I love you, Tom Riddle, and it won´t change. I just please you, beg you kneeling down, not to vilify me on public, I can´t change what I feel – I´ve tried. I hope, you´ll have better future than me.
Love you,
Joan
„Hey, Tom, something has fallen down from your book."
„Really? I didn´t notice. You can throw it to the fire, it´s not mine."
The list of paper has fell into the fire. The flames were kissing it, holding in their warm, starving embrace and love it for a while. Then, the fire passionally swallowed it and only a bit of ash remained. All the love of one girl, her heart desiring for a little love, has died in the flames, never shown to a world.