A Letter To Live By

A Letter to Live By

Chapter One

Harry's Despair

'Dear Draco,

How are you? I hope you are doing better than I am. I know it sounds corny, but I'll probably be dead by the time you read this. Not by my own hand mind you. My family will have taken care of me.'

Draco stopped reading for a moment, noticing how shaky the writing looked. He looked at the owl sitting on his windowsill and wondered, not for the first time, how it was that Dumbledore was unaware of these events. He continued reading.

'I know it seems odd that I would chose to write you, of all people, in my last moments, but there was no one else to whom I needed to explain things. First of all, I didn't kill anybody, but I suppose you already knew that. It was my fault because I was too stunned and afraid to stop it, but I didn't mean for it to happen.

'I would also like to say that I never really hated you. I thought you were bad because that's what everyone told me. I know that sounds stupid and self-centered, but it's the truth. I don't want you to think that I went to my grave hating you because I didn't. All I ever wanted was for you to see me, not who the world made me out to be. I don't guess that that's possible now, is it?

'Don't feel sad for me Draco. Things will be better this way. Just see if they're not. There's too much pain in my soul for me to keep going on. I always act as though I'm fine because I don't want people to worry about me, but I was never fine. Not since second-year have I been fine. I'm not really sure what 'fine' feels like anymore. It's strange really. I just wanted you to know the truth about me. I never liked being the 'Boy Who Lived'. I never wanted to be famous. I only wanted to love someone and be loved in return. That never happened for me, and I regret it. I regret not being able to save innocent lives. I regret not being strong enough to destroy Voldemort. Most of all, I regret never telling you that I loved you. Please don't be angry with me, but I had to tell you. I do love you. I always will, and I will be waiting for you in the after life. If you don't feel the same I understand, but a boy can hope, can't he?

'I hope that you don't feel sad when you read this. I want you to always be happy. I hope it's not too much to ask, but please remember me. You're the one that I want my memory to live within. Good Bye, Draco.

'Love, Harry'

Draco could feel tears stinging his eyes. Why did Harry believe that he would die? Draco had to find out somehow. Maybe he should write to Dumbledore. He looked at the snowy owl on the windowsill and decided that doing so would take too long.

"Can you lead me to him?" He asked the bird.

She hooted a soft reply.

"Let me get my broom." Draco went to his chest and pulled out his Nimbus 2001. He shook his head at it, thinking of Harry's fine Firebolt. "Let's go Hedwig." He said, stepping up to the window.

Hedwig spread her wings and flew out of the window, Draco following closely behind.