Dear Harry,
I miss you a lot. More than I'd like to admit but you were my best friend. You taught me that I was perfect for who I was. It didn't matter if I was head boy, a prefect, or quidditch captain, you were still my friend. I remember sitting on the train and we started talking then soon we were best friends. If I can be friends with the chosen one I must be special.
You were the first one I ever told of my crush on Hermione. You told me I had to get her before someone else did and now look. We are dating. I wish you could see it. If you were here I'd be at my happiest.
I didn't even realize how much I loved you until you were gone. I remember waking up that day expecting to see you and get ready for school together. I walked to your bed and you weren't there. I figured you would either already be at breakfast or you were sending a letter. I went to get Hermione and the two of us walked to the great hall.
We got there and everyone was panicking. We were both confused until Snape walked up to us. It was the first time he ever really showed emotion. He had a few tears running down his face. He looked at us before whispering something that didn't make any sense.
"Potter has killed himself,"
I didn't believe it at first. I just thought it was some sick joke or dream. He took us to the infirmary and you were dead. Your eyes were glazed over, your skin was really pale. Your glamor was gone. We could see your ribs and you were a lot skinnier. There were bruises and cuts all over your body.
You were hurting and I didn't even see it. You were hurting so much and no one cared. I'm so sorry. I'd give anything to have you back. I'd give anything to see you again. I cry so much. I want you back and I want you to know how much we love you.
You don't deserve any of the pain you went through. You had so much happened and we all thought you were fine but in reality, you aren't.
Please tell me this is a dream or some joke?
I can't take the pain anymore mate.
You were like my brother and now you are gone.
And I can't do anything.
The only thing I can do is wait for you and hope you get to see your parents.
I really hope you are happy mate. You deserve it.
Love,
Ron
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FanfictionThe clock tower rang and everyone knew it was midnight. What they didn't know was Harry Potter took his last breath. He was tired. Tired of the abuse. Tired of the harsh looks. Tired of the bullying. Tired of being used. Tired of everything. He did...
