Can I ask you a question please
Promise you won't laugh at me
Honestly I'm standing here
Afraid I'll be betrayed.

September 1, 2011
Day in and day out in this life that I live I feel the pain that I've felt all my life. How come everyone that I thought I could trust turns around and hurts me the most? I only do for them, never for myself and this is how they repay me? By ripping out my heart, it hurts me to know that the only ones in my life who are ever going to care for me are those that hurt me.How did life ever get this bad, how did I allow it get so bad. I wish I had someone who i could talk to someone who could understand and not use what i have to say against me. But I don't I have no one, my parents are dead, for all I care eveyone is dead to me. Who wants to go on living like this? I have nothing in this world left for me. No family, no friends, no love. . . no life.

As Harry read the last line he couldn't help but let tear drops fall. His best friend had harbored so much pain, and he had been the cause of this pain. Him and his stupid actions. He never knew that she had felt so much pain; he never knew that one person could shelter so many tribulations and still be a great person.

Harry got up from his desk and threw the journal on his desk as he grabbed his jacket and headed to the door. As he opened the door he looked back at his desk looking at the journals of the young lady. He decided to take them home to read more about the case. He casually walked back to his desk grabbing the journals and putting them in his briefcase. He turned off his light shut and locked his door, ready to apparate home.

Draco's P.O.V
As Draco was awoken by the tapping of a barn owl he politely accepted the letter and paid the tawny, and watched as it flew out of sight.

"Why do we have to pay to receive a bloody letter?" Draco asked no one in particular
"We just do now come back to bed honey." Sighed his beautiful soon-to-be fiancé. He didn't know that she was even up.

Draco silently walked out of his master bedroom down to the foyer of his office. He didn't have any idea who could be wrtining ot him, especially at this time in the morning. He rubbed his eyes exuashtly and He began to opened the letter and dropped it in shock.

We regretfully have to inform you of the death of your wife, Mrs. . . . . . . .

(A/N: I'm pretty sure u all kno who his wife is. But this is my second fan fic on this site, I've written others. But tell me if u like this so I kno to even continue this story!!) FYI the beginning part is from a song Black Roses Red by Alana Grace! Love that song