It all began with the Letter (Drarry)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two: The Letter's Contents (I)

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Harry returned to his room, and seated himself on the armchair by his table. He turned over the envelope, but there was nothing telling about it, apart from the mildly familiar, cursive yet neat handwriting of his name on the front.

'HARRY POTTER'

A frown involuntarily crept on his face. Where had he seen this writing before? More importantly, who in their right mind would send a letter at this time of the day? He swallowed his musings as he glanced at the clock on his desk. It was three in the morning? He had better get over this letter before continuing with the report, or good ol' Robertson would have his head served cold on a silver platter. He shuddered at the memory of an enraged Robertson having a go at Dean the last time Dean had gotten drunk after a particularly tough case and failed to produce a report the very next day. Swiftly ripping off the envelope, Harry finally laid eyes on the letter's contents.

'Potter-' The letter began.

Harry paused as that voice in his head began to read the words on the page in an alarmingly aloof drawl, and the words began to look increasingly familiar. He paused, pondering about the words on the page as they reeked of someone he might have known. Who was it? Harry absentmindedly ran his hand through his tousled hair and continued reading the letter in his hands.

'Potter-

It has been rather long since I've said your name. How have things been? I'm sure your life has been filled with less rage fits since we both graduated, after all, your number one nemesis hasn't been ruffling your fur the wrong way for years now. But of course, the purpose of this letter isn't too gloat for I'm sure I've done enough of that during our time in school.'

"Someone who was in Hogwarts the same time as me then," Harry deduced," But a nemesis? I don't go around making enemies? Unless..." His thoughts wandered to a certain blonde. "He wouldn't have any business writing to me, right?" Harry questioned his empty room.

'But I digress. See, I never got round to thanking you for what you did for my family back then. Certainly, Mother did inform me of what she had told the Dark Lord in the forest when he asked if you were alive, and perhaps you were repaying the favour when I didn't identify you in the Manor that night, but Father has been nothing short of evil in his treatment towards you and I must say I hadn't expected you to go out of your way to speak up for all of us during the trials and actually being physically present. It's not that I would rather Father be in Azkaban, Merlin forbid, I love the man, as blonde as he is, (Harry stifled a chuckle at this point) but you have my deepest gratitude. Especially since I know how much you hate being in the spotlight, but Potter, you have always been intriguing, to say the least. So thank you Potter, I, no, we really appreciate your efforts.

Now that that's over, the other main point of this letter. Since I'm practically a dead man by the time you read this, I'm sure my pride will hold up just fine. Yes, you read that correctly. Since you've received this letter, it's safe to say that I am dead. However, seeing that I am so infamous, I'm sure that the news of my passing would be reported soon, on The Prophet, I'll wager. I can almost imagine the headlines right now, "Draco Malfoy- The Deatheater that has finally met Death'" '

Harry reeled in shock.