The Letters // Drarry

hapter One

hapter One - The First Letter

  Harry read over the words once again, bewildered.

   'Dear Harry,

Where do I start? Well I guess I could start by saying I've liked you for a while, probably since first year. I think I've fallen in love with you...

I know you're probably wondering who I am, but I can't tell you. If you found out you'd hate me more than you already do and I can't stand the thought of you hating me, even now.

The real reason I'm writing this is because a friend of mine suggested I write down my feeling instead of keeping them bottled up. She also suggested I sent this letter to you.

My father would probably kill me if he saw me writing this right now. He would say I'm a disgrace to the family name or something along those lines.

Anyways, I don't really know what else to write, you can reply if you want but you don't have to. I told my owl to wait for a response but if you give her a treat she'll probably just leave.

Sincerely,
Your secret admirer

P.S. I know that's a muggle thing but I didn't know how to sign since I can't sign my real name.'

Someone liked him? Harry wondering who it could be as he re-read the letter for the hundredth time. He wondered who their friend was and why she force them to write to him. Also, why did they think he hated them? Harry really wanted the answers to some of his questions but the only way to get them would be to write back.

Harry looked at the owl that had been patiently waiting for his response on the couch arm in the Gryffindor common room.

Harry looked back at the letter and vaguely wondered why her father would be mad at her for writing him. (Don't worry, I'm mad at him rn too.) He shrugged it off and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and some ink and started to write out his reply.