Fearless
Dear mum and dad,
I know you want me to tell you that everything is okay, that I'm not petrified. And I wish I could keep lying to you, keep you in the dark, but I can't anymore. I can't keep pretending that I'm good, because that's all I'm doing: pretending. And it's not worth it anymore.
When I stop for a moment in between fighting hoards of Death Eaters, I find myself wishing to be anywhere but there. I keep wishing that I'll wake up and it'll all be a dream – more like a nightmare – but that doesn't happen, and there is no way that I'll leave Harry here to the mercy of those people.
I can see bodied strewn everywhere, eyes large and sightless, and I can smell the putrid stench of rotting bodies mixed with the smell of fear, terrifying, heart-wrenching fear. I can feel the smooth wood of my wand under my fingers and I raised it to curse another enemy, and I can hear the muffled cries of pain from those around me who are less lucky.
Many of my former classmates lie in puddles of their own blood, or having just been hit by a killing curse and saved the pain. It makes no difference, they are still dead, and any moment I expect it to be me. I am unsure of how many of my classmates are junior Death Eaters and are being killed a mile a minute. We are just too young. We are just too innocent.
We never stood a chance in this war; we still don't. We are the new generation, the generation that will face the most horror, and I can't take it anymore. I sit alone in a small alcove hidden from view, writing you this letter to tell you, my dear parents, that if I never see you again I love you.
I love you so much it hurts, and that's why I obliterated your memories. You will not understand any of what I'm saying but I beg you to read it. I beg you. You promised me you wouldn't forget; you promised me, and yet you stood no chance.
I am so sorry, and I will love you forever. Please, don't forget me.
Your daughter, Hermione
Hermione quickly sealed the letter and sent it away with the owl she had found, tears of hatred and regret dripping from her eyes. Angrily, she swiped them away and stood up.
She was ready to face certain doom.