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It felt as if everything was happening in slowmotion. As if the whole world was set on pause. I was waiting for his letter, his response, and most importantly – his excuse. I had imagined thousands of reasons already, but I couldn't seem to find the right one. Therefore I was delighted when I saw a piece of parchment behind the gargoyle the next day.

I read it quickly, thought about it, then read it again. His excuse was understandable. In fact … I was happy that he hadn't shown up. As he had written, it would've been a disaster if he had to bring his friends along. Now I just looked forward to the next meeting – the real meeting. Whenever that might be...
I also thought a lot about the new spell called Revelio Secreto. It was Dark Magic … But then again, how dark was it after all, if I only used it to find a specific piece of parchment? That was innocent, not dangerous. Still, I didn't like the thought of me using a spell that perhaps somewhere in this world was hiding something much more powerful, something much more dark. I tried to forget about it, but it was like the thoughts had been burned in the back of my mind. Every second of every minute I imagined myself using the spell. Then, I would watch myself as a few days passed, using an even more powerful spell, which also was Dark Magic … What if I would lose my grip, what if I would learn things I shouldn't learn?
I slapped myself mentally. How stupid was I? Considering coming to the Dark side, because of a little spell used only to find his letter?
Before I could do myself more harm I began writing on a new piece of parchment.

Dear D.M.
I cannot describe how happy I am to read your letter. It's like a burden has been taken off my shoulders. I've been wondering if I was too hard on you – if I was, then I'm sorry. I truly understand you now. Actually, I dare to say that I'm happy about your descision. I too feel like it would've been horrible if you had to bring your friends along.
Not to insult them or anything, because there must be a reason that you're seeing them. Even though what they did was wrong – and no, I can't be objective – I'm grateful for your choice. You did the right thing, even though I at first thought you did the wrong thing.
I guess it's me that has to change, huh?
I knew you had a good excuse, a proper reason. I'm ready to meet you whenever you dare to, or want to. But perhaps we should wait a little while, so your friends don't become suspicious. We wouldn't want that, would we?
About the spell... I am not proud of myself, thinking that I have to exercise dark magic. But I keep telling myself that it's nothing – because it is nothing. Right?
Even though your childhood must've been tough, you've learned something. I think this spell will become rather useful.
Sincerely,
H.G.

I looked at the letter and my handwriting. It seemed shaky. But I knew why.
I grabbed my wand and closed my eyes. I let my wand touch the parchment with a light movement and whispered: "Revelio Secreto."
The parchment felt strange in my hand for a moment, as if it disappeared but then came back again. I opened my eyes and found his previous letter. "I know this spell called 'Revelio Secreto' – use it on the next letter. That way I will be able to summon it whereever you've left it."

With a lot of mixed emotions I put the parchment in my pocket, wondering when he would summon it.

I spent the following day worrying if she would understand. I mean, who on earth would have a first meeting, if one of the persons brought their friends along? No one. Especially when it was Crabbe and Goyle.
The usual series of oaths and curses began in my mind. I was getting really tired of them, but somehow I was grateful. Really grateful. After all, they were the reason that I knew the mysterious H.G. They were the reason that I left the compartment in the first place and found the letter.
Even though they spoiled our first meeting – which never became a real meeting – I couldn't hate them.
I had been trying to summon her next letter for a few hours, but the letter never came. I tried again, for the 10th time, and then it appeared right between my hands.
I felt impressed. Really impressed. She did it, she used the spell. As much as I wanted to be like her, she still didn't refuse to use this single spell to keep our letters a secret – or make them a secret again, now that Goyle and Crabbe knew about them …
I read the letter, and a smile appeared on my face. She always understood me, and I couldn't seem to figure out how. She seemed so pure and good, while I was the direct opposite. Yet she was compassionate.
I found my quill and began writing enthusiasticly.

Dear H.G.
I can't express how impressed I am. You actually used the spell. I didn't expect you to – don't get me wrong – but you always seem to do the right thing.
And saying that I did the right thing really makes me … happy. Unless you're lying – it's hard to tell on a piece of parchment.
Anyway, now that we're secured from any intruders, as I like to call them … There's something you should know. Christmas is coming up, and I have to go back home for the holidays. I don't know if you're going to stay at school or go to your home, but I don't know about the letters.
I don't think I can continue writing with you as long as I'm not at Hogwarts. Because my family are so familiar with Dark magic, my mum can easily see if anyhing secret leaves or enters the house – all thanks to my Father.
I'm sorry – I feel like I keep bringing you bad news. First the cancel of the meeting, now the pause of our letters during Christmas …
Although, you have to know that I truly am sorry that I can't write with you by then. I really want to write with you. All the time. Whenever I'm not reading your words, I'm just waiting for the next ones.
Sorry,
D.M.