Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the Harry Potter/Wizarding World franchise does not belong to me, its rights belong to J.K. Rowling. Anything else you recognize from Rizzle's Love in the Time of a Zombie Apocalypse also does not belong to me.
First, I am not English, so, therefore, there may be terms that I am using incorrectly. I apologize for that. But unfortunately, I am American. Second, there are supposed to be strikethroughs on certain lines but they are not showing up when I upload stuff so I also apologize about that. Last but not least, this series of drabble/whatnot won't have a definitive updating schedule because my creativity is apparently limited.
Dear Henry,
Remember when we first met?
No, probably not. Well, no matter, I am -telling you now- writing this in the middle of Merlin know's where just so you know when I, Daphne Greengrass, met Henry for the first time.
The virus had just started quite a while ago, and in the midst of it all, you, Henry Miles Greengrass Zabini, you were born.
And you cried. I don't blame you, I did so too, you know.
I cried, because at that moment little Henry with his head full of curled wisps and a barely formed crown cowlick, had been plunged into a frightening, strange world. One that had just barely recovered from the war. A world that was, is, overrun with the undead. An upside-down world, as your father would say.
A bright, rebuilt, recovered world, is what -I- we wanted for you. So sometimes I wondered, Wouldn't it have been better for little Henry to not have to live through this?
But then I remember your firsts.
All of them, but your first burst of magic was the most distinct.
It would've been fine, of course, had you not developed any. Mum and Dad would've loved you all the same.
Now that I think about it, it would've been best in this situation. But that was the thing Blaise and Daphne Zabini looked forward to the most, teaching you how to control it, how to wield it.
But you did develop magic.
Do you remember?
Do you remember your first word? Your first step? Your first snow?
I recall. It feels as if it just happened yesterday.
And when I remember, I don't regret bringing one Henry Miles into this cruel and beautiful world. Not at all, Henry.
This is will be the first letter of the many you read, Henry. And even though I still have many, many words to say, so much that time does not allow me the fortune of delivering it personally, it is shortened to this: I love you.
From the moment I met Henry's little wrinkly self who had been swaddled in a bundle of blankets, I had decided that I would love him indefinitely. Even if one day he could not remember my face. I do, I still, and I would.
And even though time does not allow me to prepare you for this world like I would've hoped. I know your daddy will. He will be the one to navigate you through all of this.
Survive, Henry. Live. Fight until the day you do not remember my face without looking at a picture labeled Daphne Greengrass.
And I will wait. I would wait until the day I could hold you in my arms without fear. I would wait forever for you, Henry Miles.
Love,
Mum