To Dad
September 30, 2006
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Dear Dad,
I never thought I could actually hate a person. I never thought that I could grow to dislike the one I loved the most. But I was wrong. I hate you, Dad.
Sitting here I have finally realized where all my hate had generated from. My hate had been growing since Year 1 at Hogwarts. You used to show me off like a trophy and when I got my grades you said you wanted better.
By Year 3 I could turn a whistle to a watch and back, and what did you say?
"Nice trick son."
It wasn't a trick, dad. It took time and practice. Magic was no trick.
That brings me to my final year at Hogwarts, when the Triwizard Tournament was taking place. I had placed my name in that goblet, not because I wanted to, but because I finally wanted to show you up. I wanted to beat that tournament just so I could finally show you what I was. I wasn't a trophy, I was a person.
Things didn't go as planned and I found myself in the graveyard. I hadn't taken two steps before I was dead.
I could never tell you how much I wanted to make you proud. I could never tell you how all those years it hurt to never be good enough. I died confused and hurt. All thanks to you…Dad.
Your son,
Cedric