Author's Notes: These letters will continue till the end of HBP. Chapter dedicated to It's ME!. Reviews appreciated!
July 10, 1995
July 14, 1997
Dear Harry,
I... I don't know what to say. I just...
I found out what happened when you touched the cup. My father was there, which you knew. And he wasted no time in telling me. He laughed about it.
I... oh God. I can't believe anyone can be that heartless. I can't believe you had to go through that. I... I'm so sorry...
He didn't know what happened when you first arrived, of course, but he heard the story from You-Know-Who - V... Voldemort. There, I've said it. Voldemort. VOLDEMORT.
He heard the story, how Pettigrew brewed the potion and he came back. How he murdered Diggory. And then my father arrived, and he narrated the rest of the story perfectly well - too well.
You were tied to that grave, and you had to watch it all, helpless... I... And they ignored you, no one tried to help you. I mean, I know they're Death Eaters and they're meant to kill you, but... my God.
And Voldemort told them all how he returned, and my father saw for himself how much pain you feel when Voldemort touches you. He explained to me why, but I didn't understand.
And then you were supposed to duel him, but they were really mocking you, because they knew you were no match for him... Harry, I... And then my father turned cold, and told of what happened when your wands connected, and how you escaped, and I'm just so glad that you did.
I can't... I can't even begin to imagine what you must be going through right now. But you don't know what it's like here, where Father invites the other Death Eaters around and they talk about it.
They avoid talking about your escape, as I think they find it shameful, but they spend hours mocking your duel with Voldemort. I listened to them once, and... oh, Harry, they were laughing about it. And I felt terrified, and sick, and nauseous, and...
I... I'm just so sorry you had to... I'm just so sorry.
I hope you'll be okay.
From,
Draco