Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy
Author note: Before you read this I want to say that my grammer is not perfect. Not because I don't know proper English, but because it's not supposed to be. These are letters written in moments of anger, confusion, passion, love, hate, and any other emotion I feel. The letter may not have a perfect flow, but they aren't supposed to. The letters don't always have a perfect flow because thoughts don't. Thoughts pop up from no where. Sometimes because you see things that remind you of something else and other times for no reason at all. If the letters are broken and piecey it's because they're meant to be.
These letters are based off of events in my life. So this fic is not a fairy tale. It's real life. You won't know what Harry is feeling because I don't and Draco doesn't. And unless 'Harry' finds this you will never know. However if I do find the answer to a question that I have written you will know too.
So don't ask for Harry's view. Don't ask if Harry will ever find the letters. I don't know the answer. If my 'Harry' finds them, then I'll know. Until then Harry remains a mystery to you, me, and Draco.
A Series of Letters
Have you ever been in a situation where you need to talk about what happened, but you don't know if you can tell anyone? And if you could you don't know who. I went through something like that recently. I had no one to turn to and the person that I normally would turn to in a situation like the one I was in was part of the promblem.
So I wrote. I wrote out my feelings. I wrote down everything that was running through my head Every thought that was sending me on the verge of insanity. Everytime something about him ran laps in my head I write it out. Every one was addressed to him and not one of them was actually sent anywhere, but into the fire. They were simply to help me cope.
I was able to work though my problems and remain with him because of my series of letters.