"Dear Whoever"
by: Ellis McDohl
first entry: December 22, 2001 (8:54pm)
last entry: December 26, 2001 (11:04 am)
Disclaimer: Not Mine!!

Author's notes:
Hello. Thanks a lot for reading on. This will be the last chapter of this fic. Pretty abrupt ending don't you think so? Oh well. Here is the end. I hope you enjoy.

Ellis McDohl
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"Dear Whoever"
by: Ellis McDohl



Ever since then, she and I wrote to each other almost everyday. She doesn't seem to notice my owl come to take her letters to me because she told me something amusing that was near the truth.



/You must be some magic person, Draco, because every time I wake up in the morning, I always find your letter on top of my bedside table. I think you are really a magic person!/

/I'm really glad to have you for a friend. You're the only who could keep me from thinking of my sad state.../



She was sweet and caring and undoubtedly someone I know I did not deserve. I told her of my secret fears and she would tell me it would be alright. We both cared much for each other and we told each other our small happiness in our daily lives.

I did not tell her I was a wizard. And yet she did not ask. I think she knew even if I didn't tell her. She thought, after all, I was a "magic person".

We wrote to each other so much, it was getting hard to conceal her letters. I didn't want anyone else to know of her.


/Eve, I think I've grown selfish./ [I wrote once] /I don't mean to be rude or anything of the sort. Just that I don't want anyone here in school knowing about you. I'm not ashamed of you. I've just grown selfish./

/I think I want to keep you to myself.../



If I could see her, she would probably laugh at me. Somehow she didn't mind that. She said the same thing, in fact. We were two secret people, writing to each other. No one knows of our secrets other than ourselves.

Around Christmas, I received a small parcel from her. I had not gone home that break, fearing my father would know of my secret friend. I didn't want that. If he knew I don't know what he'd do to both of us.

Suddenly I did not care whatever he might do to me if he found out. Just as long as he didn't dare do anything to Eve.

My owl had brought the parcel after the feast. It was a little parcel, wrapped in an amusing paper with a blue ribbon. Attached to it was her letter wishing me a Happy Christmas. Once I remembered she mentioned that she liked flowers. I wondered what kind of flowers she liked.

Well, it's definitely not like the wizard plants. They're too dangerous for a muggle girl like her. Quickly, I managed to gather a few white Casa Blanca flowers and tied them with a purple ribbon.

I hope she will like it.

I sent out my owl to deliver it to her, making sure that no one caught me at it...



Not very soon after that, her letters started to gradually shorten. There were even time she would not even write. I was worried. But when I voiced it out to her, she wrote back telling me, she was alright and that something just came up.

But that doesn't mean I could stop worrying about her.

Even though she did not say, I knew that there was something wrong with her. I saw, traces of blood, smudged over the paper, almost invisible. Translucent...

My eyes were good and I could see it well... A small sense of fear came to me... I hope she's not hurt or anything...

Then, during new year's eve, she wrote me an odd letter.



/Dear Draco,/

/I'm sorry for not writing any sooner but you see something came up. I had to stop writing for a while. No need to be so worried about me. I'm alright next time.../



I noticed that her letters seemed like it was written with a shaky hand. And I saw traces of smudged blood on it. My fear had only started to grow even more.



/It's New Year's eve, Draco. I'm watching the Fireworks from my bedroom window as I write. It's so pretty... Like it was raining shooting stars or golden raindrops. Are you watching them too from where you are now? I hope you can see them too./

/Fireworks are nice... And beautiful... They seemed to float for a while against the nightsky... I wish I could fly, Draco. I want to fly and touch the moon. It always look so nice. I love the moon. Especially when it's full and bright... I want to touch the moon.../



I raise my head to look out the window. Wizards never use fireworks. But they used their magic to make something similar to it. Right now, the other wizards and witches outside are using their magic to light up the night with beautiful colors. I've seen them, raining down from the sky... She was right. They are pretty... And so was the moon...


/Draco, someday very soon, I have to leave to some place far away not even a magic person like you could reach... I love you very much, Draco. You're my only true friend. I've never had one in my life but you and you are very special to me./

/Draco, when that finally comes, please promise me,. When I go to that place, you'll smile and not be sad./



I clutch the letter in my hand trembling. How can she say that?! She's going to leave me alone... I don't want that. But I calm myself. I know that this has to be. I have to make sure that when she goes away, she'll be happy.

I only want her happiness... even though I know I could never be there.



/Please, Draco. When that day comes, I want you to tear my letters and move on. I know you'll be fine without me. You'll be alright. I'll be watching you from where I'll be going./

/Then I'm going to be your magic person too.../

/I'm a little tired so I must stop now. 'Til the next letter.../

/Your friend,/
/Eve/



I wrote back to her and told asked her why she said such things. She only said she was just making sure and asked me not to ask anymore. She had her own secrets and I had my own. And I thought now I shouldn't ask. But I promised her about it.

After that, Eve started talking of other things. Things that amused me and I told her of things that amused her. Soon, I had nearly blocked out that memory of that letter...



One day, she stopped writing. I waited and waited for her letter to arrive, thinking that perhaps there was just a delay. Yet no letter came. The only thing the owl brought back was a white Casa Blanca flower tied with a purple ribbon...

I knew then that she was never going to come back and write.

Now here I stand, tearing her letters under the midnight sky, outside the castle. I know it was not good to be caught but I don't mind. I promised her and I must do what I can to let her go. The night sky was clear and vast. full of stars that sparkled with such brilliance. I've never seen a night such as this...

The wind came, gently caressing my pale cheeks, making my hair and black robe dance with it. The trees moaned softly, swaying this way and that. But I did not care for it.

The only thing I cared about was watching the shredded pieces of paper fly up to the full, silver moon above me.

I knew that she would be fine and I know I would be too. She was my magic person now and she is still here watching over me from the moon she loved so much. Her letters would fly up to the sky, and perhaps take all my good wishes to her...

She was, after all, my dear whoever...

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