Let Me Love You // DRARRY

Chapter Ninteen - A letter

Harry

     I hope that this letter finds you in good health. I would hate to think that all that you have fought for, all that both you and others around you, me included, have had to sacrifice has gone to waste in a most anti-climatic of ways.

You will have noticed that I have taken the liberty of converting my method of communication to letter and owl, something I hope doesn't become a regular occurrence. Although I suppose your world haven't seen it necessary to modernize that aspect of life. Shame, it was quite the effort to locate one which would do such a purpose being a 'muggle' as I am.

     I suppose that you will be wondering why I am reaching out to you at such a time, I'm sure you have no wanting for Christmas wishes from me or your family, and I understand that. However such events have come to pass that you are not so much required, but more wanted by some family members.

     For all the extra work you have been given, all the time you have given and all the sweat and tears you have lost, I would not expect you to come, however Dudley had specifically requested that you come on such an event, and I too feel like I should make amends.

     On the fifth of December your uncle Vernon committed suicide. 

     When Dudley was fifteen he impregnated a girl, and obviously didn't feel the need to tell your uncle and I at the time. Only recently did we come across the information that your cousin had fathered a baby, and apparently no ordinary baby.

     The mother had found it easy at first to care for her child, as a baby and toddler it acted as ordinary as any other one would. She saw no reason to bring a brute of a boy into the child's life to play the fathers role. Up until a couple of months ago Dudley barely knew of the child. He knew of her existence, yes. And he knew of  the child's name during it's first years in life, Leanna Thorne. But none of us knew of the child's extraordinary tendencies which have been occurring of late, up until recently.

     The mother of only twenty, barely a woman, came to us with stories of the now four year old keeping up the entire house at night. Screams from a pain unknown to where from kept the mother up for hours upon end and quickly she could not stay unknown from us for long after that.

     During one of  the child's episodes, where we offered the mother respite by offering a bedroom for the child in our house, we encountered the child muttering in her sleep, clearly due to a nightmare, and then when we went to wake her up, the covers flew off her, untouched. As if by magic.

    Your uncle was clearly deeply disturbed that his granddaughter, his own son's flesh and blood could have inherited such abilities. Arguements between him and I quickly began, he accused me of passing down such an 'abomination'. He said that I had 'freaks blood'. That both his wife and son had freaks blood running through their veins. I suppose in a way I do, the same as you and your mother after all, more or less.

     Quickly after that night your uncle took his life, and although his memory is now soured. Not just for you but for his wife and son, I can assure you, we would both ask you that you could come to his funeral. I realise that he will be the last person you wish to pay respect to. But family is family, no matter what strings come attached. I realise that now. Even if you hold no love for you uncle, and it would be a small wonder if you did, please come.

     Additionally, the child's mother and I would like to meet up with one do your friends mother's. I would be extremely grateful if we could obtain some knowledge and guidance as to help us with the predicament already stated.

     I know that I have no right to be asking you for any of this, and I won't blame you if you choose to ignore this letter. But seeing Vernon be so disgusted at his own grand daughter for what I have learned to be only a gift, it had shown me what I have been. My greatest apologies are for you and from the bottom of my heart I hope that you can forgive both Dudley and I for the way that we had treated you from your first second in our household until your last.

     I'll be hoping to see you there, so will Dudley.

                           -Petunia

P.S:

Cemetery Address, 

60 Lennox Road, Ashdale Place, East Surrey.

Date,

1:30, 5th of January.