A/N Heyyyy. Sorry this chapter took so long to get out but hopefully it's worth the wait. And thank you everyone so much for reading even if you dislike drarry. I understand the ship is not for everyone. Anyway the next chapter should be up in a week or so but maybe a little later depending on how much time I have to write. Hope you enjoy :p

Dear Potter,

Normally I make it a lot longer without writing to you. But unfortunately this summer was different. However hard I may try I cannot seem to think of anything else besides you. I am still half convinced that I am dying from some sort of illness you have cursed me with. I mean as you are well aware we have been enemies since as long as we have known each other. And I obviously still despise you. It's simply that now this strange fluttering feeling arises inside of me when I think of you. It's rather terrifying if I'm being perfectly honest. I can't stop thinking about you and some absolutely insane part of me wants to believe that wherever you are, you're thinking of me too. However on the other hand I absolutely loathe you and the very ground you walk on. You must have cursed me to this terrible fate because it brings you joy to watch me suffer so. And this truly is suffering believe me. Can you even begin to fathom what it is like to think about someone all damn day and have this stupid sickening feeling always swirling in your stomach? And worst of all this weird warmth that creeps into every part of you and spreads to your face by mention of your name. You have done this to me Potter. This is all your fault. Even though for some deranged reason I find you attractive, I shall forever feel nauseous by the very mention of your name.

Sincerely,

Your worst enemy who feels nauseous when they think of you

It was only a couple weeks into summer and Draco was already miserable. He had barely seen his father and mother all summer, and thus he had no way to get Potter off his mind. They seemed to be fighting most of the time now. Over what he had no idea. Before this summer they had rarely fought. And even then it had all been in hushed whispers immediately quieted when Draco walked into the room. His father had promised that they would go to the Quidditch cup though. At least he had that to look forward to. The only thing he really had to distract him was Luna. They continued to write letters to each other over the summer and she told him all about the Quibbler and some bizarre stories about some sort of unheard of creature. Whenever he read her letters he was able to forget about Potter and his parents. For a little while at least. It seemed whenever he was trying to sleep and get some peace of mind Potter would always wander to the forefront of his thoughts. He never knew why this happened. Just that every night for Merlin knew how long, Potter had been the last thing he had thought about. Draco would have been more concerned if the feeling that came over him when he thought about Potter wasn't so pleasant.

Dear Potter,

Quite a lot has happened since I have last written you. Let's start here. It's always startling when you look at me with such a mixed look on your face. I spotted you during the World Cup and ensured that my parents and I walked in that exact direction. For some reason I didn't notice the Weasel family and Granger with you. I was planning to merely walk past and pretend to not look at you, when in reality I would be studying you because, as I have mentioned previously, you are quite lovely. But that's really besides the point. I always seem to get on this topic. It's driving me insane. Moving on I would like to believe that your eyes brightened when they saw me. However within seconds they darkened again. And I'm sincerely hoping that was because of my parents and not me. I hold onto a hope that you don't always think about me in regards to hate, but instead someone who you can tolerate and doesn't drive you to near madness. I'm doing it again, aren't I? Terribly sorry about that. My first point here is that we saw each other at the World Cup before the later chaos and you did not look completely disgusted at the sight of me. I would give anything to know what you thought when you saw me.

(This letter is going to be considerably long so I decided to split it into paragraphs. Not that it matters since you shall never read this. I like things to be organized, alright?) The World Cup was fairly boring. Quidditch is...somewhat mediocre in my opinion. I know I play for my bloody team but honestly I have no motivation to keep doing so. As most things in my life are, it was my fathers idea. That's not what I was going to talk about though. What I meant to say is quite terrifying. I think I finally know what my parents have been hiding from me. You and your little circle seemed to think my father is a current Death Eater. And I believe you are correct. I knew he used to be one, but he always told me he was under the imperius. So I guess he lied. I should have known, I know. My father lies about quite a lot of things. I need to apologize Potter. I was freaking the fuck out to put it plainly when you and your friends came running out of nowhere. I made some off hand comment about Granger. I don't even really know what I said. Just that it must have been bad. I used that filthy word again. My fathers likes it when I do. But it makes me feel disgusting and rotting inside. By any means, I'm sorry nonetheless. I may not like Granger, yet I do not wish her any harm. I want you to know that I regret what I said. Even though it is highly likely you will never know my apologies for the things I say, I like to believe that you are actually reading these letters. It helps me sleep at night.

The last thing we have to discuss is that the Triwizard Tournament is occurring once again this year. I would be excited but my father had this nasty sort of gleam in his eyes when he told me about it. Normally I would be ecstatic at the idea of meeting people from other wizarding schools, however I have this tugging feeling that this tournament isn't going to be what you call pleasant. I think this has something to do with the Dark Lord Potter. And that terrifies me. Anyway I hope the rest of your summer wasn't completely terrible. Or actually I do. Because I hate you. Clearly.

Sincerely,

Your very worried and stressed enemy

A couple weeks after Draco had hidden the most recent letter away, he was on the train talking to Luna. The rest of the Slyterthins were in another car doing Merlin knew what.

"Why are you so stressed Draco?" Luna had asked him, her eyes wide with worry.

"I'm not stressed," he said, grinding his teeth. She stared at him.

"Ahh, I see." she nodded with a hint of a smile around her lips.

"Well-it's complicated." he sighed heavily. He missed the days when the only thing he had to worry about was why Potter wasn't fighting with him.

"You can tell me." He wanted to. Truly, he wanted to tell Luna everything that had been weighing on him all summer. But that might put her in danger. She shouldn't have to suffer the consequences of knowing his burdens.

"Ron, your dress robes." A girl's voice was saying. Potter, Granger, and Weasley were walking past their car. Draco sucked in a breath. A frilly dress looking thing had just fallen out of Weasley's trunk.

"Damn." Weasley muttered, he hurriedly stuffed the thing back in his trunk and motioned for Granger and Potter to follow him. Draco couldn't breath as he watched Potter. Look this way. He silently willed. Notice me please. Potter turned his head and his eyes met Draco for the briefest of moments before he turned his head away abruptly. A flush was creeping up Potter's neck and Draco felt his cheeks begin to heat. They were gone and Draco groaned, flopping back against his seat. Luna was sitting very straight, her eyes bright and smiling.

"Was that what you weren't telling me?" she asked excitedly.

Oh. Well he supposed it wouldn't hurt to tell her. Or maybe it would. Perhaps it wasn't such a good-

"I like Potter!" he said very loudly, then clapped a hand over his mouth in horror. Luna screamed in delight and wrapped him in a hug.

"I knew it! I was right, I knew I knew I knew you liked Harry!"
"Er-"

"Oh Draco, I'm sure he likes you too. I see the way he's always watching you. Ginevra was telling me he's practically obsessed with you and this is just so perfect there are no other words for me to say!" To Draco's dismay her eyes were shining with tears of what he could only assume was happiness.

"Well, Luna er, Potter and I hate each other." he said slowly. He hadn't expected her to be happy, in his mind this was an absolute disaster.

She rolled her eyes.

"There is not much room between the spaces of hating and loving one another." She said simply. That was some metaphorical bullshit if Draco had ever heard any.

Dear Potter,

You have officially driven me to the brink of insanity. Every time I pass by you my heart nearly shoots out of my chest. Even thinking of you makes my stomach swirl. It's getting ridiculous. I do not understand why I cannot get you out of my head. I did not expect this to stay with me, I thought over the summer it would fade. Clearly, it hasn't. I was watching you in Potions today (not in a creepy way I swear), and I couldn't help but notice that you kept pressing a hand to your scar. I was wondering what that was about? Do you think it has something to do with Voldemort? I hope not but I don't really know anything anymore. I better finish my Potions essay, it's due in a few hours.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

He had been reading the paper as he went down to lunch when Weasley bumped into him and sent the paper flying to the floor. On the cover was Weasley's family. He hadn't had the chance to read the article quite yet, mostly he was looking at the paper so he would not have to see Potter.

"What's this about Malfoy?" Weasley ground out, looking furious.

"Nothing." Draco spat. He couldn't get any peace around this damn castle. Couldn't even read the bloody paper without being interrupted.

"Yeah right." Weasley was shaking. Draco held out his hand.

"Give it back," he said angrily.

"Yeah so you can dump on my family!" Weasley took out his wand. This was ridiculous.

"That was mine." he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He too took out his wand and pointed it at Weasley.

"Was, Malfoy." Spat Weasley. He opened his mouth and raised his wand, he was going to curse Draco. Shit, shit. Think of a spell, you're not this stupid come on.

"Ron stop it!" Granger and Potter came barrowling out of nowhere.

"You can't attack him, you'll get detention!" Granger yelled worriedly. She glanced at Draco and an odd expression came over her face before she turned back to Weasley.

"Come on, Harry's got something to tell you." she nodded at Potter. And then her eyes swept back to his. Bloody hell. Was he going to walk away without a scrape? Thank Merlin. Weasley was turning away and Draco would have done the same but he noticed something in Weasley's fist. His newspaper. Now he knew it was stupid to get so worked up over something such as a newspaper. But it was the first piece of mail his father had sent him in weeks.

"Weasley." Draco said, drawing himself up.

"What?" Weasley snarled.

"My newspaper." He held out a hand for it.

"Why do you want it?" Potter asked. Draco found no words. Potter was talking to him.

"Er-er, be-because it has a picture of you." He said in a gush. Immediately both Potter and Draco flushed a bright red. That wasn't even true, Potter didn't have his picture in this issue. His picture had been in the last one.

"Bloody hell mate he's a creep." Weasley muttered darkly. Granger was opening and closing her mouth in horror.

"Why would you want a…" Potter swallowed.

"I don't." Draco said, trying to think of a way out of this. "Obviously, not." Granger was looking from Weasley to Potter and then to him and back again. She seemed worried, her eyes bright and hair a little more frizzy than normal.

"My father sent it to me so he could prove to me just how small Weasley's house was." Draco said suddenly. It was an awful thing to say, he was well aware. And his father had sent a note making fun of the Weasley family, but Draco had never intended to bring that to light.

"What." Weasley said quietly. Potter looked angrily at him and then back at Ron.

"Come on mate, let's go." Granger was looking at him with disappointment traced all over her face.

"No, I think he's going to pay." Weasley drew his wand once again and he felt himself double over in laughter.

"Ron! Ron, stop it, we're going to get in trouble!" The laughter subsided and Draco snapped his wand out and was prepared to jinx Weasley with the same curse when Professor Moody came running, his wand raised as well.

"OH NO YOU DON'T LADDIE!" Draco saw a flash of purple and watched in utter horror as everything grew ten times the size. He tried to scream but all that came was a high pitched squeak. He did his best to get to his feet but he realized that he already was on them. All four of them. He did his best to scream again and flopped onto his back. He rolled around the ground screaming for someone to turn him back. He was some sort of creature. He was a creature. Would he be like this forever? Strong hands came to grasp him and he stopped squirming. The hands were warm and held him gently. He was able to breathe again and settled himself against the person's chest. All too soon he was being ripped away and the same flash of purple light appeared.

"We never use transfiguration as a punishment!" Mcgonagall was saying, her brows were drawn together in frustration. Draco was too distracted by the fact that he was leaning against Potter to care what they were saying. He vaguely heard the words "detention" and "Snape", but his and Potter's hands had somehow become interlocked. And neither of them were letting go. He could feel his heart pounding in his throat as he stared at their hands clasped together.

"Mate!" Weasley's voice cracked in dismay. He too was staring at their hands. Potter abruptly let go and wiped his hands on his robes. Draco blinked quickly. It was fine, it was fine.

"Let's get out of here." Potter said quickly, and motioned for his friends to follow him away.

Dear Potter,

I am fucking terrified. Not for myself. Actually a little bit for myself but mostly for you. I watched as your name came out of the Goblet of Fire right after Cedric Diggory's. I watched as you got picked as a champion for the next Triwizard Tournament. You're going to die Potter. You're actually going to finally die. You must have a death sentence written somewhere. You have the worst luck of anyone I have ever met. You got picked to be in a tournament for adults. Potter you're only 14. No offense but how the bloody hell are you going to compare to them? Well you have gotten yourself out of numerous tight spots over the years. So I suppose you'll have to squeeze yourself out of this one as well. I don't know what's going on but I think I do know one thing. My father has returned in service to the Dark Lord. I have no idea what this means for me, or my mother. I don't understand why we can't just be a normal family. Sometimes I wish we were muggles so we wouldn't have to deal with any of this absolute shite. Don't tell anyone I said that. If my father ever heard he would skin me alive. This is getting me nowhere. I'm still stressed.

Sincerely,

Your worst enemy who is very concerned about your well being

A couple days later something extraordinary, and puzzling, happened to him. He was in charms and Flitwick decided that now was a good time for some interhouse bonding.

"We ought to set a good example for Durmstrang and Beuaxbotons." He nodded at the class enthusiastically.

"Set a good example!" Pansy said in dismay.

"Yes Ms. Parkinson." Flitwick said stiffly. She flushed and looked down at her shoes. He began pairing off people and to Draco's great dismay and greater excitement Potter was paired with him. Being paired with Potter was always...interesting. Draco drew in a deep breath and resolved to act normal. Like enemies normally acted. He tried to draw his face into a scowl. Potter came to his desk and stiffly sat with him. Act normal, act normal.

"Today you will be practicing the summoning charm." Flitwick said brightly. Everyone in the class nodded and began muttering among themselves. Flitwick began the lesson and Draco did his best to pay attention. He was doing an okay job of it too until he felt a hand come to rest on his leg. Harry's hand. On his leg. It took a lot of self control not to turn and kiss him right there in front of everyone. Should he do the same? It wouldn't be weird, right? Potter's hand was on his leg after all. Every part of him was warm and a sleepy, happy filling had begun filling his head. He tried to shake himself a little to try and bring himself back to reality. Very slowly he placed his hand on top of Potter's thigh. Potter stiffened and then relaxed under his touch. His heart began pounding harder. He was so happy, even though he knew this wasn't something that was supposed to make him happy. They were mortal enemies. But right now...they were something else. All too soon they had to move apart as they began to practice the spell. Draco noticed quickly that Potter was doing it wrong. Without thinking he placed a hand on Potter's arm and traced it in the proper movement. He was warm to touch and Draco heard him draw in a sharp breath as he grabbed his arm as gently as he could.

Draco let go, and Potter performed the spell once more. The pillow they were supposed to be summoning flew towards them and landed softly on the desk.

"Bloody hell how did you do that?" Weasley demanded from across the room. Potter shrugged sheepishly, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"That's great Harry!" Granger said enthusiastically. She already had a stack of pillows on her desk. Potter gave him a sideways glance.

"Yeah, I suppose." he said, a small smile on his face.

Dear Potter,

I thought you were dragon food. I thought the dragon was going to eat you and I would never get to see you again. I am thoroughly embarrassed of how I behaved while you were stuck in the arena with that dragon. I was sitting with Luna and Theo (Pansy and Blaise were off somewhere sucking face, it was rather an unpleasant sight to witness but that's besides the point) and now I suspect Theo knows something is very very wrong with me. And, well, the dragon singed you. So I began screaming my bloody head off. Luna tried tugging on my sleeve to snap me out of it but I legitimately thought you were going to die. I have thought this many times before but never have I had to think I was going to actually watch you die. I may or may not have started sobbing. I hate you for making me feel this way, Potter. I wish I could go back to the days when I hated you, but now that I truly think about it, I don't think I ever did. I've never hated you, and I don't think I can. I mean I hate you for turning me into a love struck idiot. But I don't actually hate you. This is all very complicated and I wish that I could forget all about you. I'm going to go drown in my own sorrows now.

Sincerely,

Your miserable worst enemy

A couple weeks later Mcgonagall announced in Transfiguration that there was going to be a ball at Hogwarts. The Yule Ball apparently. Draco wasn't really looking forward to this. His father had already owled him and told him to go with Pansy or Millicent, as they had been bred from "good" families. However Draco had no intention of going with either of them. Pansy and Millicent were like sisters to him. He knew who he actually wanted to go with. But that was certainly not an option. So he did his best to shake the ludicrous idea out of his head.

"Hello Luna." he said softly, sliding into the chair next to her in the library. She looked up from a book.

"Hello Draco." she replied, giving him a small smile.

"I wanted to ask you a question." he began. She nodded at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Would you...go to the ball with me?" he asked. Immediately her face brightened and she grinned,

"I would love to! I didn't think I would get a chance but now I can visit with all of the nargles and there's going to be so many wrackspurts, and thank you thank you thank you!" She grinned at him and flung her arms around him.

"Of course." He shrugged.

"It's too bad you can't go with Harry though. Perhaps you could ask him for a dance at the ball?"

"Wha-No, Luna. I can't ask Harry Potter to dance with me!" He said, his eyes widening.

"Why not?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"Because he's, he's Harry Potter!" He fumbled with his robes, avoiding her gaze.

"Yes, yes I believe we both know that." she said. Draco heard her stifle a laugh.

"Right, anyway, don't you need help with your Potions homework?" He said quickly.

When the Yule Ball rolled around Draco was actually somewhat looking forward to it. He knew that he would have a good time with Luna, listening to her talk about nargles and wrackspurts. Whatever those were. He met her in the entrance of the Great Hall and smiled. Her butterbeer cap necklace and radish earrings were absolutely perfect.

"Hello!" Luna said brightly, looking around at everyone.

"Hi." he replied, following her gaze. A little ways away Potter stood awkwardly with one of the Patil twins. He tried to take in a steady breath and look as if he was unbothered. He was fine. Everything was fine. This was fine.

"Look at Ginevra." Luna breathed, jerking her chin to where the Weasley girl stood with Longbottom.
"Er, yes...that's Ginevra."

Luna glanced at him sharply. "She's beautiful." Ginevra looked their way and smiled at Luna, her cheeks a little pink. A pink tinge crept into Luna's cheeks. Wait…

"Luna." Draco began. "Do you fancy-"

"Yes! Yes, she's so sweet and she doesn't call me names, and she's pretty and smart and helps me find my shoes." Luna gushed her eyes bright.

"You can always ask her to dance later then." Draco shrugged. Her eyes snapped to his, deadly serious.

"You really think she would dance with me? I thought she fancied Harry." What. She couldn't possibly still fancy Potter. That had been two years ago.

"No, no I don't think so." he said stiffly, doing his best not to give anything away. Luna gave him a suspicious look but the champions began entering the room and the other students were herded to the sides. Draco did his best to breathe properly as he watched Potter walk with Patil. Luna looked equally flustered beside him. She was gazing at Ginny who was directly across from them. When the music began Draco realized something. Potter was an absolutely terrible dancer. It was shockingly embarrassing just how terrible he was at dancing. Had he even practiced at all?

"Poor Harry." Luna said. "He looks nervous." Draco nodded. He did look nervous. Probably because he was such a shite dancer.

The song came to an abrupt end and Potter practically sprinted away from Patil. He joined Weasley over in the corner and both of them leaned their heads together in conversation.

"Care for a dance?" Draco held his hand out to Luna.

"Of course." She put her hand in his and together they walked onto the dance floor. The rest of the night was nice. Until Luna left to go dance with Ginny. That wasn't what made the night turn sour. In fact the two of them were adorable, giggling on the dance floor. Things really started to go wrong when Weasley came out of nowhere and yanked Draco behind a pillar.

"Let go of me!" Draco did his best to shake his arm out of Weasley's grip.

"What are you playing at Malfoy?" Weasley asked angrily.

"Bloody nothing! I wasn't even bothering you tonight!"

"You're up to something." Weasley nodded furiously. "I know it."

What the fuck? "I'm not up to anything. Weasley." They stared at each other for several seconds.

"I don't believe you. I'm going to find out what you're doing." Weasley spat.

"Fine." Draco turned away angrily and stormed the other direction. That wasn't the end of it though. Moments later he saw Potter, dancing with Cho Chang. That turned his stomach more than anything that happened in the past hour. Hadn't she come with Diggory? Diggory was nowhere in sight. Fuming Draco stormed out of the ball, looking forward to throwing himself on his bed and screaming. And maybe crying a tad as well. He was about to head up the stairs when Granger came running out of the ball as well. Her eyes were red and she looked livid.

"Fucking Ron." She muttered under her breath. Damn. She must be really pissed at the Weasel. Draco shared her sentiment. She yanked her shoes off angrily and rubbed at her eyes with her forearm. Draco turned to leave but Granger stopped him.

"Malfoy, wait." She said, hurrying over to him.

"Er, yes?" he asked hesitantly. He really didn't want to repeat another Weasley incident. Although Granger was certainly much smarter than Weasley.

She opened and closed her mouth a couple seconds before responding. "Don't listen to Ron, he's just being stupid." She huffed an angry breath. "As usual."

"Oh, alright. Thanks?" He coughed into his hand. "I'd better be going now."
"Right." Draco made to walk away but a strange sound stopped him. A rustling was coming from behind the corridor.

"Do you hear that?" he asked her slowly.

"Yes." Granger's eyes grew wide, and slightly panicked. Draco drew his wand when a disheveled Cedric Diggory and another 6th year boy tumbled out from behind the wall. Draco relaxed slightly then stiffened. Cedric liked guys too?

"Oh, hello there." Cedric grinned at them. The other guy blushed and smiled sheepishly.

"Hello." Granger said, turning pink as well. This day hadn't turned out exactly as he had thought it would. After looking at them for a brief moment Draco turned and left, feeling irrationally angry at all of them.

Dear Potter,

I should have expected this from you. You truly do have the most insane hero complex. You're the bloodiest Gryffindor in the history of Gryffindor. I don't really know what to say here anymore. Everytime I think you're going to die I get all panicked and it fucking sucks. I don't want to care about you Potter. I want to be able to live my Potter free life. Instead I have to worry about you and whether or not you're finally going to die. I wish more than anything that this world could be normal and I could wrap my arms around you. I wish that you weren't Harry Potter and I wasn't Draco Malfoy. I wish we were just too normal boys and we could fall in love without having to worry about tournaments and blood purity, and the stupid dark lord. Screw all of this. I want to be your boyfriend. What has befallen me? Why have I been cursed to think about you all day long. Why? I don't have anything else to say. I guess I'm glad you didn't die.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

It wasn't until a few months later that Draco absolutely lost what little peace of mind he had left. Luna had made some joke about house rivalries and Draco had been laughing along with Theo and Pansy, when a flash of light appeared. All three of them lept to their feet and started clapping excitedly. The band started playing and everyone was screaming in excitement. A scream sounded from the audience. And then another. And then the most guttural scream Draco had ever heard sounded from a little ways away. It was the 6th year Diggory had been snogging. He was screaming. Screaming so loud that it sounded more animal than human. Pansy clapped a hand to her mouth and muffled a scream of her own.

"It's Diggory!" Theo said, his eyes wide in terror. "And-and Potter." Draco craned his neck in alarm, doing his best to see what was going on in all of the chaos.

"He's-he's dead." Luna choked out. "Cedric is dead, look." A few tears leaked from her eyes and ran down her face. She raised a shaking hand to point to where the two figures were lying. People had begun to surround them, Cedric's father had run over to where they were, screaming. Diggory's lifeless body lay there as everyone screamed. A stone seemed to fall to the pit of Draco's stomach. What was going on? How had Diggory died?

"Someone took Harry away." Luna said in a small voice.

"What?" Draco looked at her in alarm.

"He's gone." Luna replied distantly.

"GONE!" Draco yelled, in the chaos no one heard him. There was so much screaming around him it caused Draco's head to feel distant. He felt as if he was watching the scene from another body. There was a ripple going through the crowd. The words he's back passed from person to person.
"Who!" Theo yelled in frustration. "Who's back?"

"The dark lord." Pansy drew in a shallow breath. "That's what they're saying, the dark lord...he's back." If it was somehow possible, Draco started to feel even worse.

"No." he shook his head. Even though this was something he had known might happen for years now, he still did not want to believe it. "No, he can't be back." Draco, Pansy, and Theo stared at each other in pure terror. They all knew what this meant. They're families would soon be recruited once again to the dark lord, if they were not already in service.

Dear Potter,

I don't really know what to say anymore. One of our classmates is dead. And the dark lord has returned. The tale going around is that you saw him. I'm not sure I want to know what it means that you saw him come back. I keep thinking about how it could've been you who had died, so easily you could've been the one the dark lord decided to kill. You're still alive but you seem to have a death sentence Potter. How do you always manage to get yourself into these life or death situations at the drop of a hat? I'm glad you're alive but I am unable to comfort you in any of the ways I want. I want to hug you and hold you close while you tell me everything horrible that you had to bear witness too. I don't know how much longer I can keep silent and keep these things to myself. It's overwhelming and I don't really know what to do anymore. I suppose I will pack up my things and hope everything is not absolute shite at home. Goodbye for now Potter. I'm thankful that you made it out alive again.
Sincerely,

Draco