Dear Ced,
It's day 83.
We had a Quidditch meeting earlier, and I realized something.. the team doesn't feel the same anymore. Or maybe it's just me. Even in the common room, surrounded by everyone, it feels so empty. People keep trying to talk to me — I haven't had a single moment to myself since term started. I know they mean well, but it's all out of pity, and I don't want that. I just don't have the nerve to tell them to leave me be. I doubt I ever will.
Even my brothers won't give me space. I should be grateful, right? They're family, after all. Of course they're worried, that's only natural, isn't it? But it still feels odd. Mum's worried too. She's been sending me owls every week. I reckon Ginny's been keeping her updated — probably on Mum's orders, keeping an eye on me. It's funny, isn't it? I'm the older one, but somehow she's the one looking after me.
- 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...
