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The letter by Ron 4 Hermione
Chapter 1 : Who is D.Malfoy?
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Dear whoever finds this,
                                              I do not know whether this will fall into the hands of the one it is intended for but I have to hope that fate will make it so. If it is you, my love, then please know that I never meant what I said, honest. I always believed that sticks and stones may break my bones but words would never hurt me; how foolish. I know that I have hurt you, but you have to know that I would trade all of my tomorrows for one more day with you, a day before I spoke without thinking. I wish that I had thought before I spoke seeing if I had thought then I would not be dealing with the disastrous consequences. In a way I now wish Ron's curse had hit me instead of backfiring on him, I know it's the least I deserve but it's a start.
I can't believe it has taken me 5 years to write this but it has. 5 years too long.I know that it may be to late but I hope you can please try to find a part of you that will forgive me. I never stopped loving you, your bushy brown hair and brown eyes are all I can think about. It just took me a while to realize it.
                                                                   Yours forever

I couldn't believe what I was reading. A love letter! A thousand questions raced through my mind as I sat, staring. Was it for my mum? Well, she had bushy brown hair and brown eyes. Who was D.Malfoy and how come my mum had never mentioned him before? The date was just after the war had finished so seven years before that would have been my mum's second year at Hogwarts. What was this word that he shouldn't have said? I was just like my mum and I knew that I wouldn't sleep unless I had some answers, so I picked up the letter and it's envelope and flew down the stairs.

"Mum." No reply. "Mum, where are you?" I shouted as I made my way downstairs.

"I'm in the kitchen sweetie." I ran in and almost collided with her.

"Rose, how many times do I need to tell you not to run." I quickly interrupted before she lectured me to death.

"Who's D.Malfoy?" I knew straight away that she knew him, her hands started to shake and her eyes widened. I may be only 11 but I was smart enough to know that the only time my mum's hands shook and her eyes widened was when someone mentioned Lavender. I still don't know why, but I slowly started to creep out of the kitchen, I'd ask dad later.

"Where did you hear that name?" she asked suddenly.

"Oh.It was on a letter I found in the attic. It had no name so I opened it and found this." I held out the letter which she hesitantly took from me and started to read. When she had finished reading it I saw that her eyes were filled with tears; I started to back away again.This time she didn't stop me.


Two hours later I was sat on the stairs waiting for my dad to come home. He worked in the Ministry of Magic with Uncle Harry and he normally apparated outside the door at 5 o clock. Just then there was the familiar sounding crack before the door opened. His red hair made him unmissable, even if I hadn't been waiting.

"Hey pumpkin, what you sitting here for?"

"Dad I'm almost starting Hogwarts, don't call me pumpkin." He just laughed. "Dad, who's D.Malfoy?" I asked.

"Where did you here that name?" he narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"I found a letter in the attic for mum and it was from him, but when I asked her who he was she didn't say.Then I showed her the letter and she started to cry." I explained. He didn't say anything for a while but then,

"Where's Hermione now then?"

"The kitchen, I think." he nodded.

"Ok. Well why don't you run upstairs and play." He muttered before walking towards the kitchen. I just shook my head. Go and play, I wasn't 5 anymore. I put my ear to door and tried to listen.

"Letter...Where is it?"

"Can.... read it?" It didn't sound like my mum was speaking.

"Well why....crying?"

"I was....annoyed when...forgive him."

"No chance...A leopard doesn't..."

"He might...I never knew."

"YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING. WHAT ABOUT ROSE, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF THAT HAD HAPPENED TO HER." I backed away from the door, I had never heard my dad shout before.


"OH NO I'M NOT A WIZARD, I DID 7 YEARS AT HOGWARTS BUT I'M A MUGGLE." My dad's voice was dripping with sarcasm. I didn't want to hear any more so I raced upstairs.Why had I found the letter? My parents had never argued before this, maybe they'd split up? Rebecca's parents had split up and she had told me that they always argued about who she was going to live with. At the thought of having to live with only mum or dad I started to cry, that letter was ruining my life. I didn't realize someone was in my room until I felt a pair of arms around me.

"Hey Rose, Tea will be...Sweetie what's wrong ?" came the worried sound of my mother's voice as she saw her only daughter crying on her bed

"I-I-I'm sorry." I managed to stutter out lifting my head just enough to see mum sitting on the edge of my bed.

"What for?"

"F-for finding the l-letter."

"Why you sorry?"

"Well if I h-hadn't found the letter then you and d-dad wouldn't have argued a-and you wouldn't have cried a-and and.." I trailed off, my whole body was shaking and I didn't know what to say.

"Hey, hey. That's not your fault. Shh." She placed her arms around me and started to stroke my hair like she used to when I was little and had a nightmare. "It wasn't your fault that you find the letter and anyways I'm glad you did, if you hadn't I would never have found it and I would never have know he was sorry. As for your dad and me arguing, well thats just because your dad has a grudge so he can't see anything clearly. But don't you be getting upset over it."

"But when I mentioned D.Malfoy you started to cry, why?" I managed to ask clearly since the tears had subsided.

"That was because I didn't know that he was sorry and it's been a long time since I have spoken to him."

"Ok. But I still don't know who D.Malfoy is?" I enquired.

"Tea will be done by now and as for D.Malfoy, well I suggest you ask your uncle Harry." She smiled at me before walking downstairs. I begrudgingly followed her still none the wiser about D. Malfoy.

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