A letter fluttered to the ground as Narcissa rummaged through his stuff. She bent down to pick it up, and peered at the elegant scrawl through her tear filled eyes. She read it slowly, having to dab at her face every line or so. But, as soon as she finished it, she abruptly left the room sobbing hysterically, and let the letter fall to the bed before her.

Dear Mother and Astoria,

I know this must be hard for you. I'm sorry, I truly am. I'm sorry you both had to deal with a screwup like me. I'm sorry you had to care for me when I barely returned the favor. And I'm sorry that I hurt you too, by what I'm about to do, or did, if you're reading this. But, I couldn't take it anymore. I hope that godforsaken muggle-lover man is still alive and kicking, because if he isn't, then all of this will have been for nothing. Tell Father I'm sorry.

Draco