To Mery Silvertongue:
I´m dead.
And if you haven´t followed my instructions properly, surely you´ve dead too, by now.
I´m writting this now - cause I need to tell it to somebody and nobody has reached this point yet- but surely you won´t read it ´till a long time after.
I´m dead.
And if curiosity has defeated you, don´t keep reading or you´ll have dead too if you hadn´t followed my instructions .
Same as Dumbledore taught Harry: the patience: "I open at the close" said the golden Snitch; in the same way, this letter had to be read when the book is finished.
I´m dead.
All my theories seemed to be right, ALL OF THEM, one by one, since the one that said R.A.B. was Sirius Death Eater brother, ´till the one that said Harry was the last Horcrux. But all that seems out of matter now, nothing cheers me now.
"All was well" , the last words on the book. But not all was well, not for me.
I´m dead.
´Cause my curses back.
All of them had finished at last –alive or dead- with the person who they loved, less me... ¿or maybe, in someway, me too?
Just a few hours after confess you, sitting on that stone in the lake trying to avoid an argument, who was real and definetly my favourite caracture, Fred layed in the empty hole of an old armour or a walking statue, with the ghost of a smile still shining in his face.
He´s dead...
...and I´m dead with him... all now is well...
L. M. Lady of Eternity.
To FRED WEASLEY,
"The one who made Peeves
take off his hat".
Never forgotten...
"Here lays a man who faught
Death Eaters and was with
Harry potter till the
Very end"...