•LETTER FIVE•

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Dear Draco,

Madam Pomfrey is writing this for me. I can't even pick up my pen. Last night you saw how weak I was. It's only gotten worse. Draco I don't think I can hang on any longer. I feel very weak and even telling madam Pomfrey what to write is making me weak.

Draco please come and visit me. I don't think I'll be here much longer.

Love,
        -Ophelia-

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