Dear Nymphadora,

How could think that I hated you? I thought you were the one who hated me. Potter and Black hate me and you seem to hang around with them all the time. They hate me so I thought you hated me also.

I find this hard to believe. Is this some sort of joke? Because if it is, it's not funny. Are you just trying to embarrass me in front of the whole school? More than Potter and Black do? If this is a joke, then it's very cruel, and I don't understand how someone like you could be so cruel.

If this isn't a sick joke, then I'm sorry for what I just wrote. I can't be sure if this is a joke or not... yet. But if we keep mailing each other, maybe I will become more comfortable and maybe I will be able to trust you. But not yet. Win my trust and we shall be in very deep love.

How could you talk about Lily that way? She's so beautiful, and even though I don't look like the kind of person to like Muggle borns, I do. I don't care if she's a muggle born or pure blood. She's a beautiful creature and she deserves respect. I know I don't really treat her with that respect, but I have to keep my secrets hidden.

I guess we can keep this going for a while, as long as your friends don't find out. They would treat me beyond horrible if they knew about this. I'm sure they are great friends to you, but not to me... Oh, no, never to me. They hate me. That's ok, because most do.

I don't want you to hurt anymore, that is, if this is not a lie. Trust me, my dear Nymphadora, you defiantly don't want to know more about me. My life isn't something you want to know about. My life isn't like a good book that you sit down with at evening and start reading. It's nothing like that. You would be shocked and scared if I told you what has happened in my life so far. Because it's nothing good.

Please keep this a secret and send me an owl back as soon as possible.

Sincerely, Severus