Title: Last Words
Author: Xtreme17nc13
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or any of it's Characters. I don't own the "letter" either, that would be property of Thousand Foot Krutch and their song Last Words.
Summary: " i He was smarter than that; he just wasn't smart enough to refuse the Mark. /i "
Notes: This song has been trying to make itself into a fic for about a year. It finally wrote itself into this. Hope everyone enjoys it.
Last Words
She felt her world crumble as soon as she saw the black Eagle Owl soar in through her open window. She hadn't heard from him since the end of fifth year; when his father was sentenced to Azkaban. Reluctantly, she untied the bit of parchment from the birds leg. Her stomach turned and her vision swam as soon as she saw the Crest. The dried wax that held it together was as familiar, if not more familiar, as her own family's Crest.
Slowly, she broke the seal and unrolled the letter. Tears began to well in her eyes and she had to firmly remind herself that a Parkinson shows no fear, no pain, no weakness. She skimmed the letter once, twice, three times before she calmed herself enough to effectively read the elegant scrawl that obviously rushed if the ink smears were anything to go by.
Dear loved one,
Please listen, this might be the last chance I get. I'm sorry I left you, I'm living in a world of regret. Don't cry if you can hear me. I never meant to hurt you. I'm so wrong, sincerely, don't stop. Take life seriously .
There's so much I've done wrong since I left, it hit me so strong. Take my hand and let's walk through all the times I've lied and hurt you. Those people, please love them. Don't hate them, we're not above them. You can have everything, but have nothing. Listen, I've got to tell you something.
His voice was clear as day in her head. It was as if he were right there reading the words aloud. Everything written on that stiff parchment pushed the metaphorical knife deeper into her chest. He had done it. He had fucking done it! He'd gone and joined the Death Eaters and now he had to deal with the consequences.
He had always promised her that he would stay safe, that he would protect himself from his father's footsteps. She read his letter again and sobbed. Her sobs turned violent as she realized exactly what his words entailed. Every black mark that was scrawled on the off-white surface seemed etched into her mind.
These are the last words I'll ever really get to say to you, so listen very carefully to what I'm saying: Life is more than just the games you're playing. If there was ever one thing I could ever get across to you, I'd tell you not to say the things you do. And tell my mother that I love her too. And no matter what life pulls ya through, you've got what it takes to make it through. And if I were you, I'd get on my knees and pray and thank Him in the morning for another day.
Her heart felt like it was repeatedly breaking. He didn't even really explain, but she could see it plain as day. He hadn't even addressed or closed the letter properly. She knew immediately that if it had been intercepted by someone first, they would have had no indication as to who it was really meant for. He was smarter than that; he just wasn't smart enough to refuse the Mark.
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