Dearest Harry,
It still feels odd being here, even after all this time. I could say that I’m feeling better but that would be lying. I have good days, but the bad ones still have the upper hand. The Healer said it would take months, maybe years, before the darkness in my head will reduce and I’ll be able to fight back.
How on earth can I fight back, if I can’t change what happened? I have a big mouth, but I’m not a warrior. Never was, never will be. Even as a child, as my father slowly approached me – already knowing what was in his mind, I couldn’t fight back. The only thing I was good at, was crying. I’ll never forget the excruciating pain as he brutally pushed into me - ignoring my pleads. He only got off on my sobbing. At that moment I realized how it would feel like to be in hell. No demons or circles of fire; just an ordinary man, disguised as a father, taking away a child’s innocence torturing him into insanity.
I heard from the Healer that Father was sentenced for life for all his crimes. He really deserves it, but it won’t heal my shattered soul, which he knowingly destroyed.
Despite the suffering I had to endure, it was never an excuse to treat you the way I did. I wish that I could turn back time, so I could ease your pain, but sadly I can’t. Although it breaks my heart, I do understand why you never visit. I heard from Hermione and her parents that you’re working at Weasley’s joke-shop. That’s good. You deserve a bit of laughter, something I was never be able to give you.
Why am I writing this letter?
I never thanked you properly for all your love, and patience even in my darkest times. You’re a good man, Harry, and you deserve a person who can give you all the love in the world - healing the inner wounds that I’ve caused.
I wish you all the best. I know it doesn’t change much, but I never stopped loving you. Never have and never will.
Love,
Draco Malfoy
It still feels odd being here, even after all this time. I could say that I’m feeling better but that would be lying. I have good days, but the bad ones still have the upper hand. The Healer said it would take months, maybe years, before the darkness in my head will reduce and I’ll be able to fight back.
How on earth can I fight back, if I can’t change what happened? I have a big mouth, but I’m not a warrior. Never was, never will be. Even as a child, as my father slowly approached me – already knowing what was in his mind, I couldn’t fight back. The only thing I was good at, was crying. I’ll never forget the excruciating pain as he brutally pushed into me - ignoring my pleads. He only got off on my sobbing. At that moment I realized how it would feel like to be in hell. No demons or circles of fire; just an ordinary man, disguised as a father, taking away a child’s innocence torturing him into insanity.
I heard from the Healer that Father was sentenced for life for all his crimes. He really deserves it, but it won’t heal my shattered soul, which he knowingly destroyed.
Despite the suffering I had to endure, it was never an excuse to treat you the way I did. I wish that I could turn back time, so I could ease your pain, but sadly I can’t. Although it breaks my heart, I do understand why you never visit. I heard from Hermione and her parents that you’re working at Weasley’s joke-shop. That’s good. You deserve a bit of laughter, something I was never be able to give you.
Why am I writing this letter?
I never thanked you properly for all your love, and patience even in my darkest times. You’re a good man, Harry, and you deserve a person who can give you all the love in the world - healing the inner wounds that I’ve caused.
I wish you all the best. I know it doesn’t change much, but I never stopped loving you. Never have and never will.
Love,
Draco Malfoy