𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀 |𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲|

May 1, 1998

My dear platinum ferret,

I know you hate it when I call you that, but this might be the last time I can tell you, so is better that I take advantage of it.

You probably won’t understand anything now, you and intuition have never gotten along, so I’m about to explain everything to you.

Let me be clear, I don’t want this to end up being a heartbreaking letter, but for once I want to be honest.

You’re an idiot.

I'm an idiot.

In my fifth year I realized that what I felt for you wasn’t a simple friendship. But what could I do about it? I liked my best friend, the one who considered me a sister. And I indulged you. I have tried to suppress this feeling constantly, but without success. I stayed by your side despite that task of yours, I comforted you every night and wiped your tears away.

And although I tried to be strong for you, I actually suffered.

Every day I lived with the knowledge that we would never be together and that sooner or later I would have to marry Theodore.

Do you remember our first time?

After the dance we went to your room to drink Fire Whiskey, but between a bottle we started kissing and then... I still blush at the thought.

I was little, but I have not regretted it. Do you consider it a mistake?

Do you remember our evenings at the Astronomy Tower?

We went there almost every night and looked at the stars.

“You are my goddess, that’s what matters” you said every time. Answer seriously, did you really think so? Am I really your goddess?

I know you hate it when I talk about the past, but there will be no more moments when we will be carefree again because Cedric’s death was the beginning of it all.

The Dark Lord is back, my parents are dead and you are a Death Eater. Great, right?

It’s bad to say (and please don’t ever tell your parents, You-Know-Who and company), but I wish everything would go back to the way it was before.

Your doubts were true, I inherited my ancestor’s curse.

There is a reason I have those rare abilities, and they will be the cause of my death.

I love you.

Draco Lucius Malfoy, I love you so much.

I wanted to tell you earlier, but I couldn’t find the courage. I don’t want to die knowing that I didn’t confess to you how I felt about you.

In a few hours we will go to Hogwarts with the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters.

Why did I have to be born into a family that owes him a debt?

Why do I have to be the cause of his power?

Why is life so unfair?

Oh, Draco, I wish I had more time to spend with you and our daughter.

Seeing Cassiopeiae all happy here in her crib breaks my heart. She is beautiful. She has your nose, but of course she is identical to me.

Modesty aside, I know it’s not the fruit of our love, but she keeps me tied to you.

Please be happy and marry a woman who understands and loves you as I never have. I will be happy knowing that you will marry a woman you really love. Your happiness and that of our daughter are enough for me.

I hope you don’t forget me and that you remember me with a smile. It pains me not to have time to show you my love, Draco.

And I don’t care if you’ve never loved me: I love you and I won’t stop doing it.

If you ever feel alone or just want to talk, look at the stars and look for the constellation of Scorpio: I will watch over you, guide you, listen to you and send you signals to solve your doubts or to answer you.

Forever yours,

Samantha