You are my angel

All my life, I've thought that it's weak to have feelings like love, friendship or pity. My parents thought me that, my friends were like that, so I must had to be like that.

Sometimes, I was so sad because my mother didn't love me the way that I wanted. She never took me in her arms, never told me sweet words to encourage me. She just always tells me: "you must improve to be like your father. You must be stronger, more pitiless. The world isn't like you think".

My father is rarely at home. When I asked my mother, she told me that he had a lot of work, because he was a big personality in the wizards' world. So, the times when he was in the manor, I used to hide in my bedroom, because I felt afraid of him.

Sometimes, when he returns, drunk, at home after "the work", I hear him fighting with my mother, hitting her.

After, when my father falls asleep, I go to my mother to reconfort him.

I saw tears crossing down her cute face, but I couldn't do anything, I was so coward.

Each one of her tears was like a knife cutting my heart.

I live in a luxurious manor, and I have a lot of friends, but I fell so alone, so cold inside of me.

I was in the darkness, and you came in my life, like a sun which illuminated it and warmed me.

You gave me the strength to live, and the courage to face my fears.

But I never wanted to show you my real feelings for you. I always call you mudblood. Maybe the reason is that if you know the truth, you're going to reject me. I've been rejected many times in my life, and I can't stand the idea that you can do the same.

When I see you, you make me forget my parents, my problems, my pain and all the stuff.

I see your face in the moon, in each girl I meet or see. When you are on my mind, I can't sleep at night. Remembering your smile, your hazel eyes, makes me happy and sad in the same time.

This feeling is very strange.

When I was little, I drew to forget my problems. One day, I drew a girl. She came like that on my mind and I had to draw it. She was very cute and innocent, and I used to look at the picture before sleeping. She was like an angel watching over me.

After, when I met you in the train for Hogwarts, I realized that the girl on the picture was you. You are my angel.

I don't know why I'm writing you this letter, you'll never read it. I just wanted to say you…

Thanks for making me happy once in my life…

D.M

It was the evening, and it started to be cold. Draco stood up. He threw the sheet of paper in the wind and returned to the castle.

Hermione was alone, sitting near the lake, revising for exams. Suddenly, she saw a piece of paper falling down.

She took it and started to read…

Nothing.

Just a tear.

- Hermione! What are you doing, Harry said, behind her.

- Me? Nothing, she replied after hiding the letter. I'm just revising. Why?

- Oh, I was just wondering, he shrugged. Let's go, night falls.