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Letters
Dear Potter,
Hello. This is Draco Malfoy. Don't burn this.
Of course, you burning this would be contingent on me actually sending you this letter. So let's not kid ourselves here. I am never going to send you this letter.
And you, Potter, are never going to do what everyone says you are. You are not going to burst through the doors of this school and save us.
You are also not going to give a damn when I die. Yes, I fully expect to die. The Dark Lord has taken up residence in my house, and I am the Death Eater who failed to do what he was told. It should happen any day now.
Everyone thinks that you'll come. That we will all be saved. By a scrawny specky git. I feel oh so confident in that happening.
You left. You left and everyone still expects you to come back to Hogwarts and defeat the Dark Lord. And for some stupid reason, I can't help hoping you will.
That's right Potter, for once I want you to succeed in something. Isn't it funny, how I'm always on the opposite side of whatever you are doing? To be honest, I don't think I am, this time.
But that still won't make you look me in the eyes. According to you, I am 'the wrong sort'. But don't worry, Potter.
I think I am too.
Malfoy