' Unrequited love suck's' thought Harry as he walked down the darkened halls of Hogwarts. ' I'm in love with two people and yet they don't even know I exist. I watch them every day just to look at them and all I think about or dream of is them. They are both perfect yet I can never tell them this. I am scared of what their reaction will be because they could never love me the way I do them. I think that if they laughed or scorned my love I would just want to die. The pain of their rejection would be to much for my heart and it would break completely.' Harry stoped walking and found himself in an abandoned classroom. He had a plan, he was going to stop the pain and let them know he loved them without the fear of rejection. He pulled out two pieces of parchment and a quill and wrote a letter to each. He then pulled out a knife and closed his eyes.
A week later at Harry Potter's funeral two people, one with pitch-black hair the other platinum blond clutched to a piece of parchment and cried silently for the loss of their secret love.