Disclaimer: I would like to thank JK Rowling for writing the HP books so that I could steal her characters and write this story. Thank you to Brad Paisley for song "Letter To Me" not only for the title of this story, but for the title of this chapter. Enjoy.

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Chapter Two – If I Could Write A Letter To Me

It had been over a month since Draco had been fired from his job at the Three Broomsticks and he had been spending every spare moment of his time going between the library at his family home and the public library that had been built after Hogwarts had been attacked during the Second Wizarding War.

A month of looking for some way to send a letter back to himself so that he could change his life. A month looking for a way to go back so that if Lydia did manage to come around in the next future that he would be able to see her, to hold her, to tell her that he loved her every day like he had always wanted his own father to do. He hadn't actually come up with anything yet, but he knew that after this much time if he was going to find anything it would be soon.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you had any more books on charms. Perhaps on Advanced Charms, or Time Travel," he'd honestly tried doing it all himself but after five weeks he was running out of options. Asking for help seemed to be the only option left. He'd looked through nearly every book in the library.

"Actually we do have one book." Draco's eyes lit up as the librarian started talking. If she thought there was a book that could help him then maybe he could finally get his wish and write the letter. He wasn't ready to write it without knowing that he could send it back though. "Actually, it's more a manuscript. It was found among the effects of a Professor Snape some years after the end of the war."

At the mention of his childhood mentor, his godfather, his friend, Draco gave the barest nod. It still hurt to think that the man was dead. "Where can I find it?" The librarian stood from her desk, leading him towards the back of the library where a small notebook was encased in glass. He supposed he hadn't noticed it because it was in the glass, almost as if it belonged in a museum instead of a library.

"We keep it in here because we don't wish for people to destroy the book. It is a copy; there is another copy at Hogwarts. I hear they keep the original locked up. Some say they buried it with him, though I don't see how that's possible since it wasn't found until years later. But hopefully you can find what you are looking for in there." She put a hand on his shoulder and lifted up the top of the case so he could grab the notebook. "Good luck, Mr. Malfoy."

"Thank you," he told the librarian as she walked away. Time seemed to be suspended as he looked down at the enclosure. Could he really do it? Could he really find a spell that would help him out? "It doesn't even matter," he said softly. As soon as the words has escaped his lips he knew that there was truth in the statement. It wasn't completely true, he did still want to find a spell if it existed, but it didn't matter at the moment. Sitting before him was the last thing his most trusted friend had ever written.

"Well, here goes nothing."

Hours later Draco was sitting at home, his own written notes in front of him and a cheesy grin on his face. His godfather had come through for him, writing out a spell right before he died that would ensure that Draco would be able to write a letter to himself in the past and have it sent to him at sixteen.

Deciding what was going to be written in the letter was now going to be the difficult part, seeing as how he had to decide just what he wanted to change in the future, or the past as it would be. He wanted to think about it carefully, so he didn't forget anything.

"Things to remember," he read aloud from his notes after he had finally jotted some down. "Don't tell anyone about the letter. Write something that you know is going to make him believe you. Save Severus. Become trusted by the Order. No matter what you do, become trusted by the Order."

"Dinner, sir," a tiny house elf popped into the room wearing a purple and yellow apron. It looked ridiculous but if nothing else, Hermione had managed to instill in him the need to offer clothes to his house elves. When they'd been together she hadn't even wanted to acknowledge the fact that he had any, but it didn't matter now that she was gone.

"Thank you, Mindy." He took the proffered plate and set it down beside himself. "Min, if you could change anything in the past, what would it be?" He had gotten used to speaking to the squeaky girl. The only friend he really had was Blaise, and with three children he knew that Blaise didn't have time to come over very often anymore.

"That's easy, Master Draco, sir." Mindy's big eyes glazed over as she traveled back into the past through her memories. "Miss Hermione and Miss Lydia would be here." Draco looked at her in shock, he hadn't thought that if anything could make the house elf happy it would be the same thing that would make him happy. "If I could change anything, Master Draco would finally be happy and not be sitting home alone on a weekend."

A chuckle escaped from Draco's lips as he nodded. "Thanks Min. I'll keep that in mind."

15 August 2010

Dear Draco,

You won't believe how strange it is to be writing a letter to you, since I am you. So it's actually that I'm writing a letter to myself. Not a note, which would be normal. No, I'm writing a letter. And not just to myself, but to myself as I was fourteen years ago. Hopefully I do this spell correctly so that you receive this when you're sixteen. Hopefully before you accept your fate as a Death Eater. Because otherwise this letter isn't going to be worth the parchment it's written on.

The problem isn't actually writing this letter, it's trying to think of a way for you to admit that it is I, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, your thirty year old counterpart. How about I start with the fact that I know you wish you switch sides, and I know that you are in love with the Gryffindor princess or you will be, though I suppose that if you haven't yet fallen for her then my saying that would have the opposite effect right now.

Sadly the best way to try and get you to believe me will be to show you. I can see your sarcastic smirk now asking how a letter is going to show you something. By that I simply meant that I am going to tell you something, and you will just have to wait for them to become true. This year, because of the failings of your father, you will be forced to become a Death Eater, as I said I hope this letter reaches you before you accept that. The choices are pretty much that or your mother will be dead. Once you become said Death Eater you will be charged with the task of killing Professor Dumbledore. Don't believe me? Just wait.

I'm going to hope you do believe me because I do not have all the time in the world to sit here and try to convince you that I am in fact you. I figured I would start off this letter by telling you why I believe you should listen to what I tell you in this letter, and then do exactly what I tell you. In order to do that, I must tell you about what your life will be like at the age of thirty if you continue on the path you are currently on.

As I have already informed you, I am thirty years old as I am writing this. I did not graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry because after I allowed several Death Eaters into the school thanks to a magical wardrobe and after being unable to kill Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape killed him and we had to flee the grounds. My parents are both deceased, Lucius having been killed during the war that took place during what would have been Year Seven. Mother committed suicide when she realized that our lives would never take a turn for the better despite the fact that we helped Harry Potter in the end. I am unemployed and currently unemployable, much to my unhappiness. It seems that nobody trusts an ex Death Eater, even twelve years later. Shocker, right?

You should know that Severus is dead in the present time. He was attacked by Voldemort's snake, Nagini, and nobody was able to bring him back. We were too late and he had lost too much blood. By the time we figured out how to fix the wound, he was gone. The last thing that is imperative for you to know is that you have a daughter. Her name is Lydia and I daresay she is the most beautiful child I have ever laid eyes on.

I know that at your age you do not wish to think of having children, but you would love her, I'm certain. She was the byproduct of a drunken night with Hermione Granger after a charity ball when I was twenty-two. Unfortunately my life's failures led me to drinking and after pushing Hermione and causing her to go into labor I have had a restraining order against me. I am unable to go within 500 feet of my daughter, which sadly means I cannot watch her grow up as I wish I could.

I saw her today though. For the first time since she was three. She turns eight this year.

Anyway, enough yammering on about my present self. Let's get to the real reason behind this letter. The events in your life that I need you to change so that your life doesn't end up like mine has. Shall we start with the obvious one?

Soon you will be given the task of joining the Death Eaters. Your father is already in Azkaban, unfortunately I do not believe that if I had sent you this letter when you were fifteen you would have believed me so I cannot stop the many mistakes you've already made. Don't get huffy, you know as well as I do that if you don't already, you will one day regret the actions you have done.

So your first task, from your future self, is to refuse to join the Death Eaters. Your mother and father will both be subjected to death though honestly I doubt you will miss your father very much, but you can save so many others if you let your parents go. As soon as you turn down the chance to become one of his ranks, Voldemort will likely hurt you. Extremely. Hopefully Severus will be able to keep you alive though so that the rest of this letter can be achieved.

As soon as you can, set in search of Professor Dumbledore and ask for forgiveness. You will not only need his forgiveness but also his help and protection. You need to become a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I don't care how hard it is, or how hard you have to try. Do it. It may be the one thing that saves your life. Whether you go straight to Dumbledore or you use Severus as a middle man is up to you. Who knows, maybe Severus will even do the work for you because you'll probably be close to death by the time Voldemort is done with you. I apologize for that. But it is for the greater good.

After you get his help, apologize to Harry Potter. Swallow your bloody pride and do it because if he doesn't trust you, nobody else in the Order of the Phoenix will. I don't truly care if you get the weasel to like you, his opinion is of no consequence as far as I'm concerned, but Potter and Granger are two people that you need by your side if you wish to survive this war with some of your dignity intact.

Do whatever you have to do. Beg, grovel, any other synonyms for the action. I don't care if they humiliate you and tell you that the only way they will give you a chance is if you do their homework all year and spit shine their shoes. Do it.

If you follow these few steps laid out for you, you will be alone in the world for a time. Aside from Severus you will have nobody. No friends, no family. A House that won't trust you, the Order won't trust you. You will have to concentrate on your school work and making peace with the Golden Trio. I am entrusting you with this because I think you can be mature enough to handle it.

When the school year starts, ask if it is at all possible to either switch houses, or to be put somewhere else so that you will be safe. I don't trust the other Slytherins to not try and hurt you while you are asleep just as I'm sure you won't either. The only one to trust is Blaise, but even he won't be able to save you if the entire Slytherin house is up against you.

Do not let this letter fall into the wrong hands. Try your damndest not to tell anyone about this letter. If you must tell someone about it, do not go in depth. And only Severus can know. He's the only one I trust with this kind of information and I doubt he would want to know all of it. He's smart enough to know the consequences of interfering with time. I wish you the best of luck.

Sincerely,

Draco A. Malfoy

Author's Note: So what do you think of the letter? I don't think I would really know how to write a letter to myself at a younger age, so it was somewhat difficult. But review and let me know, any suggestions or comments so I can make it better.