As Dragon swooped in to the open window and landed on its master arm, he quickly untied parchment to find neat handwriting.
"ah..so you are back...that was quick..but im not surpised..my angel never likes to keep anybody waiting,"as he read the parchment to read her response
Dearest Love
Your last response was truely uplifting...and i do not know what i would do without your letters.I only wish that you could tell me more about yourself.iI just wish you could tell me your name or least something i could title these letters..or something i could call you when i think about you..Though i do trust you, so i will obey your wish of not asking you about your idenity..well least not yet...i just want to let you know that who ever you be, whether it be a real saint or just this piece of trash that i somehow meet in my life, i will always love you..because you are my true savior. well..till the day..i finally see your face ..and finally get to hug you...i will always be thinking of you...
Love.
hermione
P.S i really do love that phrase that you wrote in the previous letter...the one about :it is far better to be hated for what you are..then to be loved for what you are not,"and I really think that will be my motto and something i live with till the rest of my days.
He smiled at her letter and put it down.and yet in the inside he frowned, knowing that if they ever did meet that she would indeed not love him and that this thing that he wanted to hold on to for dear life would be distroyed. He needed to get her to trust him even more, even is this seemed impossible, but it needed to be done.
He knew her pain and he knew all about her, and yet even now he only could be distant from her, always in the background, and yet always protecting her where ever she may go. This he promised not only to her but to himself as well. That was the reason that he could not reveal himself, because he knew that he would just hurt her more and he knew that he could bring her to the edge of insanity. He knew it was a far better thing for him just to suffer in the background than for her to be pused more into pain. So for that, he had to wait. He wrote his response , kissed the parchment and sent the owl(dragon) flying into the sunrising morning, praying and hoping what could be.
A\N I know that this chapter is short but i just wanted to update. So i promise the next chapter will be longer...
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