A/N: finally got around to updating! Whooo!
Thanks to: mistik-elf13, Lunaris and Yana5
Warning: Yes more slash and a hint of violence!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling, but then again you knew that!
Putting my glasses back on, I glance around my room. The letter I received is lying on the floor. The unknown handwriting glistening in the sun light. I pull myself out of my bed and pick the letter up. I slowly rip the envelope open and pull out the parchment inside. I quickly read the letter. Sitting down in shock, I re-read the letter.
'Potter,
I'd be extremely surprised if you knew who was writing to you. You have known me for years, but have never troubled yourself to have a conversation with me, but I hardly think it would be appropriate for us too.
I know you will not care about my troubles because you have to face such a big burden yourself. Yes Potter, I know about the prophecy that has been forged between you and the Dark Lord, but I beg you to listen to my plea.
To look at me, you would not be able to see the monsters that are etched against my soul, against the very fabric of my being. Inside I am screaming, screaming for you to save me! Save me from the monster that haunts me! I've been slipping a thousand years, it seems!
As I write this letter, I can see that it seems like a gesture for you to save me! But I wrote this for my own sanity! I do not need saving, I just needed you to hear what my soul is screaming! Also, I hope this letter shows you that you are needed! Because I need you...even if we hardly speak, just to see you alive keeps me from falling away!
Yours Sincerely,
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PS. Don't you even think for a minute that I am one of your obsessed fans! This goes deeper then that!'
I can only think of one person who could have written this letter. The immaculate handwriting and carefully chosen words, with a twist of arrogance could only be one person, but how can it be so? He hates me! And he knows I hate him. I shake my head, laughing at this ridiculous idea.
I read the letter again, but as I reach the last line I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I shove the letter under my bed, and await the person to enter my room.
My Uncle walks into the room, with a horrible look on his face. I look away, not able to even glance at him. I close my eyes, knowing he will do it again. All thought of the letter escapes my mind.
He grabs me, pulling me to my feet and pushed me into the wardrobe door. I try to break free from his grasp, but his large beefy hands are too strong. He kisses me hard on my lips and presses his weight against me. Struggling to breath, I push him off me. He slams to the floor and glares up at me.
"Big mistake boy..." He hisses. He scrambles up and throws me onto my bed. He hits me hard across the face a couple of times.
"Vernon! Vernon!" My aunt shrieks up the stairs, "The Grant's are here to look at the new car!"
My uncle growled and swiftly left the room.
I close my eyes, falling away to darkness. I hope for the one person who can bring me back, bring me to life. Though I know that person will not come. That person hates me. His hate for me is possibly more then my own hate for Voldemort. That person is no other, than my own enemy, Draco Malfoy.Thanks for reading...next chapter coming soon! But I want some reviews! It really makes my day to know what you guys think!
