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He woke up a week later. He had been having weird dreams about Katherine and her treason. He could not believe he had been so stupid. His whole body still hurt and he could barely move. Hermione entered the room and hugged him. He was so in pain he could only grunt.

'I'm sorry Harry.'

'It is ok'

'How are you feeling?'

'I've certainly been better.'

She looked at him as if she was looking at a puppy. He hated that look. It made him feel weak.

'Katherine came to visit this morning'

Of course Hermione knew nothing.

'What? How dare she?'

'What? I don't understand…'

'She did this to me.'

'What?'

'Well not her exactly but she betrayed me. That's why I am here now.'

'You will have to explain a bit further Harry.'

Harry proceeded to tell her the whole story, or at least the part he knew about. Hermione's horrified face when he finished said it all. Right when he had finished the story Damon entered the room with flowers.

'Hey man, what happened to you?'

'Katherine happened.'

Damon turned his eyes in a told you so kind of look, but he knew by his own experience that, that look was not what Harry needed right now. He tapped his shoulder in understanding.

'I'm sorry to hear that.'

'Yeah, it looks like you were right after all.'

'I never intended to be right.'

'I know.'

Katherine POV

Many weeks had passed and Harry would not want to know anything from her. She was really sad, she missed him. She was so sorry for what she had done. Katherine wrote a letter to him. That morning she approached the hospital and gave it to Hermione. She was very reluctant but agreed in the end.

'Please, just give it to him. I need him to read it. Tell him that it is the last thing he does for me. I am sorry.'

'You better be. You broke his heart, just when we all thought he was recovering from Andy.'

'Who is Andy?'

'Anna's mother.'

She went mute, she knew there had been another woman before her, but… never thought she had broken his heart so bad. She had to fix it.

Hermione disappeared through the hospital door again and went to Harry's room. He was still healing from his wounds.

'I have something for you.'

'What is it?'

'A letter.'

'From who?'

'Katherine.'

'Burn it, I don't want it.'

'She asked me tell you that even if it was the last thing you did for her, you had to read it.'

'Leave it there, I'll think about it.'

Something inside was nagging him to open it and read it. But there was a debate inside him. He guessed that for the time they had spent together he might as well read it and be done with it. The envelope was white. The seal closing it was red with a K in it. He tore the seal apart and took out the letter. A few papers appeared in his hands. He started reading.

'Dear Harry,

I should really start this letter by apologizing. I am so sorry. What I did to you has no name and I for sure do not deserve your forgiveness. But there are a few things you need to know. Let me start by thanking you. These past months with you have been, without a doubt, the happiest months of my life. I for once felt home and safe with you next to me. Talking was easy and for the first time I felt it was worth it to open up. I know you what might feel now. That everything was for nothing, but believe me when I say I would never go back from all I've felt. I have spent my whole time running, and old habits die hard at least for me. I have been so afraid of everything I was feeling, that at the first opportunity I had, I run. I know I do not deserve you. You are the best person I know. Kind hearted, loving, caring, you are a good friend and a good father. I know you might probably be the best boyfriend anyone can ask for. Before any of this happened I had a plan. I was so scared of Klaus I blinded myself and let fear rule my life. I did what I did out of fear. I know it is no excuse but still, I needed you to know it. I want to make a second point and tell you something my mind has been chewing on for a while. I came to London looking for something. Something I've been keeping for a while. The cure. I wanted to take it. I would have never thought of it until I met you. You know why? Because for once, the thought of outliving someone I love so much, hurt. I love you. I just did not know it until I saw you hanging in that cell. I guess I kind of knew before that, but I would not let myself feel it. Call me a coward. I probably am. I was scared. I needed you to know this. Even if it is the last thing I do. You have to know it. I love you with all my heart and I am so sorry I could not show it to you in time. You probably hate me now. I understand it. I would have gladly given my life for yours back in that cell. I am sorry that you are suffering now because of something I did. I will probably never forgive myself for it, even if you find it in your heart to love me again. I am leaving London in a week. You will never have to see me again. I am sorry things turned out the way they did. If you still want to hear the whole story I'll be in my apartment. I would really love to hear from you.

My most sincere apology,

I love you more than words can express,

Always yours,

Katherine Pierce.'

When Harry finished the letter tears fell down his cheeks. She loved him, so what? She should have shown it when it mattered. Now he just felt pain when thinking of her. He was clutching to the letter so tight his hands were red. He shook his head and tore the letter in a hundred of tiny pieces. She did not deserve anything from him. She lied to him. He did not care about the physical pain of his wounds; there were bigger pains than that. And he had endured them all.