A/N: 'Ello again everyone! I am finally back – I been away camping for a
week, so I apologise for the lack of updates to my other, ongoing story, I
will get round to it at some point! But for now I have written this, it's
not very good, I know, but you are just all gonna have to put up with it,
'cos I been walking all week, my feet hurt, and I have 'flu... but on with
the story!
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Harry
I never have been any good at writing letters. You need to be able to express your emotions, and that's something I've never been able to do. But I had to write this. I had to tell the truth, for once in my life.
You know, I've never really hated you. I felt jealousy, yes, but never hatred. You have everything, and I have nothing. I know that's not how it seems, but that's how it is. Your parents loved you – enough to die for you. Enough to let themselves be killed, so that you could live. I ask myself, would my parents have ever done that for me? No, of course they wouldn't. They would have let me die, and have been glad to have got rid of me. They never wanted me. They never loved me. I always tried to live up to my father's expectations, but it was never enough. That's why I have to do what I'm about to do.
And now, the real reason for me writing this letter. Just in case you haven't already thrown it away, of course. I wouldn't blame you if you did. I've been putting off writing this down. When I do, when I see it here, it will seem so much more... final, definite. I've known for a long time that I would have to do this, but once it's written down, there's no turning back.
I have to leave. Leave school, run away. I don't know where to – maybe I'll even have to leave the country. I just don't know. All I know is that I can't stay here. My father has promised that I shall become a Death Eater as soon as I turn eighteen, and I could never do that. It would mean betraying everyone I know, and however much they all hate me, that's something I could not do.
I don't know why I'm telling you all this. We've been bitter enemies for the past seven years, and suddenly I'm pouring out all this emotional crap to you. Maybe it's because you are one of the few people at this school who has had nearly as much contact with Voldemort as I have had. You know why I'm running, what I'm running from. On the other hand, maybe it's simply because I don't expect you will read this anyway, so it really doesn't matter what I write.
Now I have to go. You can tell whoever you want tomorrow morning – by that time, I'll be far-gone, too far for anyone to stop me, even Dumbledore. I have contacts who can get me transported quickly to where I am going to go.
Goodbye, maybe we will see each other again. I doubt it. I doubt I will live. But if he does get me, and forces me onto the Dark Side, at least I will know I tried to save everyone I know. I did the only thing I could.
Draco Malfoy
A/N: See? I told you it was short – it only takes up one A4 page. And I'm very sorry for the lack of quality, but I really don't have time!
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything mentioned here – notice a pattern?!
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Harry
I never have been any good at writing letters. You need to be able to express your emotions, and that's something I've never been able to do. But I had to write this. I had to tell the truth, for once in my life.
You know, I've never really hated you. I felt jealousy, yes, but never hatred. You have everything, and I have nothing. I know that's not how it seems, but that's how it is. Your parents loved you – enough to die for you. Enough to let themselves be killed, so that you could live. I ask myself, would my parents have ever done that for me? No, of course they wouldn't. They would have let me die, and have been glad to have got rid of me. They never wanted me. They never loved me. I always tried to live up to my father's expectations, but it was never enough. That's why I have to do what I'm about to do.
And now, the real reason for me writing this letter. Just in case you haven't already thrown it away, of course. I wouldn't blame you if you did. I've been putting off writing this down. When I do, when I see it here, it will seem so much more... final, definite. I've known for a long time that I would have to do this, but once it's written down, there's no turning back.
I have to leave. Leave school, run away. I don't know where to – maybe I'll even have to leave the country. I just don't know. All I know is that I can't stay here. My father has promised that I shall become a Death Eater as soon as I turn eighteen, and I could never do that. It would mean betraying everyone I know, and however much they all hate me, that's something I could not do.
I don't know why I'm telling you all this. We've been bitter enemies for the past seven years, and suddenly I'm pouring out all this emotional crap to you. Maybe it's because you are one of the few people at this school who has had nearly as much contact with Voldemort as I have had. You know why I'm running, what I'm running from. On the other hand, maybe it's simply because I don't expect you will read this anyway, so it really doesn't matter what I write.
Now I have to go. You can tell whoever you want tomorrow morning – by that time, I'll be far-gone, too far for anyone to stop me, even Dumbledore. I have contacts who can get me transported quickly to where I am going to go.
Goodbye, maybe we will see each other again. I doubt it. I doubt I will live. But if he does get me, and forces me onto the Dark Side, at least I will know I tried to save everyone I know. I did the only thing I could.
Draco Malfoy
A/N: See? I told you it was short – it only takes up one A4 page. And I'm very sorry for the lack of quality, but I really don't have time!
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything mentioned here – notice a pattern?!