OK, this is going to kind of be the last of the Three Letters thing, coz , yeah, not much more to write, really. And I can't be bothered having any proper mushy stuff in it, coz it basically sounds really crap. When I write it. Which I have attempted, and ended up turning it into a humour story (I didn't post it) coz it all sounded gay. It worked well as humour, not as mush, so there'll be nothing like that here (I specialize in humour, anyway. Never have been good at writing the whole 'sap' thing)
And onwards we go!! (If it sounds really gay, as I know it will, just keep reading. K?)
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Harry was still sitting in the common room. The fire still burning as merrily as it had when he had first sat down. Two letters down, one to go, he thought to himself. He picked up the last letter and started reading.
'Harry,
I have never been able to admit my strong feelings for anyone before, but I just can't go any longer without you knowing.
I don't know when I started to feel like this, I just...did. And I'm sorry, so desperately sorry I have waited this long to tell you.
I can tell this will ruin our, well, friendship forever. But it's better that than living a lie, right? Because at the moment, I am living a lie. Pretending you're something you're not. I can't do it anymore!
Please do not disregard this letter. Please listen to what I'm saying. You won't regret it. You have to know my feelings for you have changed drastically. Is this good or bad? You decide.
If I had a choice, I would pretend this had never happened. But it has. And we just have to learn to deal. This is a very short letter, and it seems a crude way of telling you, but I could never tell you to your face! No, no, no! I couldn't!
I guess I'm trying to drag it out, but I can't. In ten words or less.....
Harry Potter: I hate your guts.
Dobby.'
Now, Harry didn't know much about House Elves. But he was pretty sure they were illiterate. He was also pretty sure he knew Fred's writing when he saw it. Harry allowed himself a laugh. It lightened his mood, and he was able to study the other two letters with a lighter heart.
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*wails* I'M SORRY! I JUST COULDN'T BE SERIOUS ANYMORE!!! *coughs* Well, that wasn't so painful, was it? Was it? Was it? Oh. Oops.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I'm not J K Rowling, and if I was, I wouldn't write at ff.net.
I might write another chapter to this, but I'm not sure...depends on what the feedback is (if any). Flames are laughed at.
~Dragonlady~ (a very subdued Dragonlady, she has a head-ache and a tummy-ache.)