Last Letter


A/N: This is my third "letters-before-I-go-die" fanfictions. They're so fun to write. And kind of depressing.

Please enjoy.


9/13/07

To whom it may concern,

Hello. I write this to commemorate my existence in this once perfect bubble called the world. Er, that's lame. But I guess I have a few things that I want people to know about me. I am what one might call evil, a demon, and a heartless monster that doesn't appreciate mankind. And, I guess I have to agree with all of those terms. I know; sad, isn't it?

I've killed so many people. Too many to count. I am appalled at how many people I've killed now.

To have a normal life is my dream. It's my ultimate dream. Too late now; and I'll never be able to go back to the way life had been long ago. Innocence is taken for granted too many times, I think.

Voldemort used me as a puppet, for entertainment.

I hadn't known at the time, but I realized that I didn't have much importance in his discreet plans.

Okay, let me scribble down little bits of my life.

I had been quite happy and blissful for the first six years of my life. No discrimination against muggles that I knew of, and I had not known much of purebloods and mudbloods. I was free, not a care in the world. Then I heard of blood traitors and such. I had been taught to only make friends with purebloods, though I had no friends at the time. I grew up thinking I was more powerful and better than everyone else. I felt as though I was on top of the world.

Only to gradually slip off into an oblivion.

After my second year at Hogwarts, I slowly drew closer to the world of Dark magic and Death Eaters. Though not the nicest person around, I still had been innocent. The little side of me not tainted was precariously emerging into an endless black. My hatred grew stronger, my tactics turned for the worse.

And somewhere along the anger, hatred, bloodshed, and tears…

I fell in love.

How I managed to do that, I wonder to this day.

I'd rather not mention who, but I just wanted to slip in here that I, too, can fall deeply in love.

I could not fall in love, though. Those who fall in love are weak. My parents were weak to the Death Eaters' standards. They were in love. I was in love. We were all weak.

I could only distance myself, to try to forget this elating emotion called love. It ate away at me. My innocence bloomed back into my conscience. It brought back what I lost long ago. But the love I felt before loosened its fleeting grip at the mercy of my life's obscurity. It drove my innocence away, once again. I began to build a wall high up to block people from caressing my mind. No matter how high my wall stacked up, the one I fell in love with managed vanquish its existence.

And let me tell you, I've dreamed so many times.

I dreamed, I prayed, I wished for a perfect life.

Though not all dreams come true, and as I write the last few words of my thoughts, I'm still happy. And I couldn't be better.

-Draco

Harry's hand crushed the piece of paper.

Bangs covered most of his eyes and glasses. His bottom lip trembled, and tears slowly gathered in his sad green eyes. He opened up the crumpled paper and tried to read through the watery blur. He somehow found the sentence that caught a trigger in the depths of his mind. The awaiting tears finally fell down his cheek.

"He fell in love…"


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