Letter from a Soon-to-be-Dead Man
Dear Ron and Hermione,
Hey guys! It's me, Harry. It's been a long while since we talked, hasn't it? Weird, considering we live in the same building.
So, how are you doing? Have you already begun studying for the O.W.L.s, Hermione? If so, you should relax. We don't have them 'til a couple of month, after all. Poor Ron, you must be screaming in horror at this. I totally understand you. As for me, everything is okay. Life is wonderful and I've met tons of beautiful ladies. Plus, I just got a date with one of them...
Who am I kidding. My life is horrible and this letter is probably the only message for you I'll be able to sneak past the teachers. I swear, if it wasn't for the fact that one of them is always breathing down my neck, I would have run away. I'm still considering it.
I...I miss you, guys. Every time I have to stop myself from talking to you, it feels like my heart is torn apart a little more. I miss talking with you about everything and anything. I miss the feeling of knowing that someone understands you without spoken words, as if reading your mind, your emotions. You two were the only ones that could give me that feeling. How I wish I could give it to you. I hope that at some point I did.
Since September, the teachers have been training me in the magical arts. They may seem nice at day, but they are unhuman at night. They expect nothing less than perfection, and perfection is the one thing I cannot give them. They are so demanding, I can't remember the numbers of times when I was slapped for 'not doing it perfectly'. They also send me to help the Aurors and - Ron, Hermione, I'm scared. I-I've seen things so horrible I was sick, I've seen children mutilated in ways that you wouldn't imagine in you wildest dreams. And-and they expect me to help stop this and to act as if it's nothing. I-I can't, guys, I just can't.
Ron, Hermione, I fear I might die very soon. Scratch that, I know I will. I don't know how, I just do. Strangely, I feel this death will be by my own hand. And I believe it. I totally believe it. It wouldn't surprise me if I decided to kill myself one morning. It's frightning me. A lot. To think I am that depressed...
I am insane, Ron, Hermione. I swear I am. There are times when I want to stand up and make the teachers suffer and kill them and kill everyone and burn the school and kill myself. Because of these lessons, I don't understand myself anymore. The teachers wanted to make me their savior, but, if my desires are any indications, they made me their death. I'm confused, I don't know if I want to reject this role or embrace it. Ron, Hermione, please help me. I am only a child, and a child shouldn't have to take these decisions, shouldn't have to have these desires. I think it will soon be too late to save me. I know my end will be a painful one.
And I'm ready to face it. Que sera, sera. What will be, will be. If my death is to be, better to die than try to cheat fate. No one can cheat. Not even the Dream Team. Spare us all the trouble, and don't try to stop me. It would only result in your end.
Thank you, Ron, Hermione, for being good friends and listening to me, as I am standing on the edge. Tell the others that I didn't mean to hurt anyone and that I love them all.
May my spirit always be with you.
Love,
Harry James Potter
Dear Ron and Hermione,
Hey guys! It's me, Harry. It's been a long while since we talked, hasn't it? Weird, considering we live in the same building.
So, how are you doing? Have you already begun studying for the O.W.L.s, Hermione? If so, you should relax. We don't have them 'til a couple of month, after all. Poor Ron, you must be screaming in horror at this. I totally understand you. As for me, everything is okay. Life is wonderful and I've met tons of beautiful ladies. Plus, I just got a date with one of them...
Who am I kidding. My life is horrible and this letter is probably the only message for you I'll be able to sneak past the teachers. I swear, if it wasn't for the fact that one of them is always breathing down my neck, I would have run away. I'm still considering it.
I...I miss you, guys. Every time I have to stop myself from talking to you, it feels like my heart is torn apart a little more. I miss talking with you about everything and anything. I miss the feeling of knowing that someone understands you without spoken words, as if reading your mind, your emotions. You two were the only ones that could give me that feeling. How I wish I could give it to you. I hope that at some point I did.
Since September, the teachers have been training me in the magical arts. They may seem nice at day, but they are unhuman at night. They expect nothing less than perfection, and perfection is the one thing I cannot give them. They are so demanding, I can't remember the numbers of times when I was slapped for 'not doing it perfectly'. They also send me to help the Aurors and - Ron, Hermione, I'm scared. I-I've seen things so horrible I was sick, I've seen children mutilated in ways that you wouldn't imagine in you wildest dreams. And-and they expect me to help stop this and to act as if it's nothing. I-I can't, guys, I just can't.
Ron, Hermione, I fear I might die very soon. Scratch that, I know I will. I don't know how, I just do. Strangely, I feel this death will be by my own hand. And I believe it. I totally believe it. It wouldn't surprise me if I decided to kill myself one morning. It's frightning me. A lot. To think I am that depressed...
I am insane, Ron, Hermione. I swear I am. There are times when I want to stand up and make the teachers suffer and kill them and kill everyone and burn the school and kill myself. Because of these lessons, I don't understand myself anymore. The teachers wanted to make me their savior, but, if my desires are any indications, they made me their death. I'm confused, I don't know if I want to reject this role or embrace it. Ron, Hermione, please help me. I am only a child, and a child shouldn't have to take these decisions, shouldn't have to have these desires. I think it will soon be too late to save me. I know my end will be a painful one.
And I'm ready to face it. Que sera, sera. What will be, will be. If my death is to be, better to die than try to cheat fate. No one can cheat. Not even the Dream Team. Spare us all the trouble, and don't try to stop me. It would only result in your end.
Thank you, Ron, Hermione, for being good friends and listening to me, as I am standing on the edge. Tell the others that I didn't mean to hurt anyone and that I love them all.
May my spirit always be with you.
Love,
Harry James Potter