I was just re-reading my fanfic and trying to find some inspiration as I'd hit a writer's bock when I realised this chapter was missing. I have no idea why. I was certain I uploaded it. Oh well. It's here now. This will no doubt make the two chapters before and after this one connect XD
Draco turned the page. It was blank. Frowning, he flipped through the book, ruffling the pages.
Something that had been trapped between the last page and the back cover fluttered out towards the floor. Draco leaned over and picked it up.
It was another letter, again with a "D" on it.
Dear Drake,
Again I get to use that name. I'm not sure if it's a good or a bad thing. If you're reading this, then you've just finished my diary. Or maybe you haven't, and have skipped straight to this. Well, I guess I'm in no position to stop you, right?
The others are arriving. The Weasleys have showed up-Mrs Weasley has forbidden Ginny from fighting because she's underage, a move that's infuriated her daughter. Bill and the twins have showed up. Even Percy has come and reconciled with his family.
I'm stunned, to be honest. I had no idea Percy had it in him. But then again, he was once that boy who'd defended a first year from her raging father. I guess some people just take longer to figure out what's right.
Like you.
Will we meet in battle Drake? I don't know. What will I do if we meet? I don't know the answer to that either.
I'm terrified of seeing you again Drake. Terrified that we might be fighting for opposite sides. I don't want to be the one to have to bring you down. I don't know if I'd be able to handle that.
Sitting here, writing this letter, watching everybody around me plan and argue and joke, I know, right now, that I would give it all up-my friends, my family, everything-for just another day, hell, even a minute, with you on the roof. I'd give everything up. I don't know how, or why, but I would. I guess that's just the way I work.
I guess this is goodbye Drake. I don't know how you're going to do things without me. Just don't shut anyone out after this.
I don't know if you know this, but…I have always cared.
Goodbye Drake.
There was no signature at the bottom, just a neatly printed "L" and a simple ink drawing of a lyre.
Draco felt a lump spring to his throat. "No," he whispered again. The letter slipped from numb fingers to land on the ground, a dried dead leaf in autumn. Extending his hand, he wrapped his fingers around hers. "Why?" he whispered. He lifted her hand, pressing it to his cheek. "Don't die," he pleaded. "Please. Merlin knows I won't know what to do without you. Wake up. Please, wake up."
The hand was jerked from his grasp.
"Who are you?"
And there we go. Sorry I left it out. I had no idea it wasn't there.
Hope it brought everyone some much needed clarity to the story, and if not, then I hope you liked it!
~ MagicalLeaves