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July 3, 1995

July 13, 1997

Dear Harry,

I still don't fully know what happened, but I think I'm beginning to.

The morning after, I noticed you weren't at breakfast, and I felt that frantic worry again that perhaps you had died last night, but then Dumbledore said that we were to leave you alone, which meant you were alive.

I think most people are scared of you, but I'm somehow scared for you. No one really knows what happened. There are rumors that you killed Diggory, but I can't believe that.

Last night at Hogwarts, Dumbledore made that speech, and I think it really hit me, what happened. Or nearly happened. You nearly died. I didn't just have the irrational fear that you'd drown or get burnt by a dragon, but you literally nearly did die.

I think I was in shock for at least an hour. I think I still am.

I can't believe Voldemort's back. He's actually back. He's alive. He wants to kill you. I don't think that has really sunk in, yet. The fact that he nearly did kill you, though, has. I had to clutch the table to stop myself from falling over when I realized that.

Goyle noticed, surprisingly. I muttered to him that I was fine, but that was a complete lie. You had nearly died. I had nearly never been able to see you again. This is just... Merlin.

"Harry Potter managed to escape Lord Voldemort. He risked his own life to return Cedric's body to Hogwarts."

The words have been haunting me since. I couldn't move when I first heard them. I don't understand why I've suddenly started caring and worrying about you, but the fact remains that I have. Enough to freeze and almost faint when I realize you nearly died.

On the train back, I threw a fit at you. I was out of my mind by the fact that you might not have been on the train back, and that you were still in danger, even more now than last year. I couldn't stand the fact that you were still in danger, and I went crazy. Tried to prove that I had tried helping you, tried warning you, but I went about it in the entirely wrong way.

And when I woke up from the curses you hexed me with, I still hadn't properly calmed down, although I managed to hide it. And you were gone.

I don't know how I'm going to survive the summer without hearing if you're okay.

From,

Draco