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AN: Yes, I know. Two chapters in one day.
Dear Astoria,
I am going to tell you the same thing I told mother and father. I've spent a lot of time thinking since the battle about the kind of person I want to be and the kind of person I was and I have come to some very disturbing conclusions.
I don't like who I am.
I stood aside and stayed hidden away. I didn't make waves or stand up. I did nothing. I was a coward, a creature without even the honour and courage to even take the lowliest of actions during that year. When I charged into battle, it was because I was upset. I wasn't really aiming to arrive there, I was just trying to get away from Pansy and then it was too late. So that's the truth about your 'heroic' sister. Not a war hero, just a stupid little coward who got lost. People praised me for getting involved, but I'm not a hero like Professor Snape or Theodore Nott.
You remember my best friend Tracey Davies? She died a hero. She stood up against the Dark Lord. She knew he was wrong and so did I. The only difference is that she had the courage to stand up and fight back, be it as a spy for the DA or as a fighter during the battle. Me, I was a coward who was in the right place at the right time. I can't take this undeserved admiration any more. I need to face up to fear and try to be a real hero or at least be worthy of the praises heaped on me. That's why I have to go into the muggle world. I need to get away from it all, away from magic and memories and war. But I'll stay in touch. And don't worry, I won't do anything to disgrace you. You're my little sister after all and I care too much about you to do that.
Well wishes,
Your sister Daphne