Letters I Can't Send

Prologue

Y/n's POV

It's the night before I start at my new school. I sit on a bed that is not my own and hug my knees to my chest. I don't want to say that I'm scared, but I am. A cool breeze rushes through the window next to the bed, making the white curtains puff out and whip through the room that also is not my own.

I'm staying with Mr. and Mrs. Bronny, since my mother passed and my father, well, we don't know where he is now, but I haven't heard from him since he bolted, the day after news of my mother's death rang in his ears.

I don't have much family, so a foster home was what they told me was our only option. Mr. and Mrs. Bronny are nice, I suppose, but they seem to have skeletons. They talk about me behind closed doors, they smile, but I know it's all fake. I think they hate me, but I'll be leaving for Hogwarts in the morning anyway, so I'll be off their backs for a handful of months.

I swing my legs off the bed and make my way to the desk they said was mine, even though I know it's not. I take a leather notebook, a quill and some ink and sit in the swivel chair they also said was mine, but isn't. This is not my home.

I flip open the notebook and press my quill to the page. The ink spreads on the page, staining the parchment. Then I write.

Dear mum,

I don't know where dad is, he left. He ran when you died. I'm in London now, how crazy is that? I know we said we wanted to come her together, but, I guess, life got in the way.

Tomorrow I'm starting at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They said I needed a fresh a start, somewhere new. So, I'm here. I'm living with a middle-aged couple called Mr. and Mrs. Bronny. They gave me a room, food, books, money. But I don't know them. I don't think they like me.

They have this place called Diagon Alley, where witches and wizards can buy their school supplies and get ice cream and baked goods and so much more. I wish you were here with me.

Mr. and Mrs. Bronny are... I can't explain it, but they don't seem normal. I sound crazy, I know, I mean I'm writing a letter to my dead mother—I can't get crazier than that.

But I miss you, mom. I love you. I'm scared. I don't know where dad is, I don't know my foster parents. I won't have any friends in my new school. I need you here.

Y/n

I wipe tears that have trickled down my face and slam the notebook shut, I don't care that the ink hasn't dried yet.

I slip back under the covers of the bed that is not mine and lay my head against the pillow, that, I admit, is very soft. I stare out the window and watch the moon as it glows into the room, and wish for sleep.

My wish is granted.

a/n: this draco fanfic will be set in the time that Harry Potter took place, but it will have modern parts to it, like, songs and music artists and maybe other things, but music will be a big part of this, so I had to make that modern lol. :)