Hey all you avid readers out there in the fanfiction universe! It's Stephanie from One and a Half Slytherins and I'm back with a new story! I hope you enjoy my first Drarry. Here's your first sneak peak at it and don't worry, there will be plenty more where this came from! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Prologue
When they tell you that you only have a few months to live, it's usually one of the worst times of your life. For most people, they would want to be close to their families and live out their dreams before they die. I've spent the last few months of my life sorting out my affairs and becoming progressively more ill every day. I was diagnosed with a severe case of Dragon Pox only three months ago and it has been the worst three months of my life.
My wife and I divorced over fourteen years ago after she found out that I was not the man she knew. I'd been outed and when she found out that I was secretly gay, she filed for a divorce almost immediately. My son refused to speak to me after the divorce; I was a broken man.
Now as I lay on my deathbed, thinking back on my life and all the regrets I carry with me, I wish that I could see my son just one last time or even just speak to him. I had found out only weeks ago that I have two grandchildren who don't know I exist. It sickens me to know that my own son thinks so little of me that he never told his own children about me and vice versa.
I took hold of a cluster of the green silk sheets that surrounded my body and heaved myself to a sitting position. As I stood I felt all the remaining strength I had in my body drain away leaving me to struggle my way over to the desk and fall back into the large leather chair. Taking out a fresh piece of parchment and a quill from the top drawer, I uncapped the inkwell and dipped
the sharp tip of my quill into the dark liquid. With a shaking hand, I began to write.
"Son,
I know you will most likely not respond to this letter but I'm asking you to do your father one last favour and just read it.
As you are well aware, I'm coming close to the final days and I have finally finished putting everything in order. You will receive a copy of my will in a few short days and may do with the contents as you please. The Manor and most of the belongings in it will belong to you as will my house elves. I've taken the liberty of telling them already so that they know in advance what will happen to them once I've passed. I'm not asking you to forgive me, but just know that I'm very proud to have you as my son. I regret not getting the chance to meet Austen and Max and I'm sure they will grow up to be wonderful young men just like their father. I love y-"
Darkness flooded in and the quill slipped from my hand, splattering ink across the bottom of the page. My head came down against the dark wood of the desk and I was still. My son would never know that I truly did love him, even if he didn't love me back.
