Dear Ced,
Today should have been your 18th birthday. I've been dreading this day for months, working on a scarf for you, imagining how proud you'd look wearing it. It was meant to be your present. I spent months on it—every stitch, every row. Mum offered to help countless times, but I insisted on doing it myself. Now, looking at it, I see the mess I've made. I should have let her help. But it's too late now, isn't it? You'll never see it, never wear it.
I don't even know why I'm holding onto it. You'll never open it, never laugh at its unevenness or tease me about my knitting skills. I can't bring myself to throw it away, though.
I hope, wherever you are, you'd still like it. I hope you'd still smile that daft smile of yours. But it's hard to picture anything without you here. I miss you more than words can say, Ceddie. Truly.
- D.W
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Letters To A Friend (Draco Malfoy Fanfiction)
FanfictionAfter Cedric's death, Dolly Weasley discovers an old notebook that mysteriously erases her letters to Cedric as soon as she closes it. Unbeknownst to her, Draco Malfoy possesses the other half of this peculiar notebook. For months, he silently reads...
