Chapter One: The Last Letter
There's a wide sea between us,
and I wish that it weren't true,
for every day when I awake,
I want to be with you.
Even though you're far away,
you're all that I can see.
And, more than anything, I wish
that you were here with me.
With all the joy life brings,
inspiring hope in
the soul's depths,
scaling mountains
never climbed yet,
flying beyond
the star's reach
and discovering beauty
in the light of each,
seeking rainbows
beyond the pall.
Please forget all
the bitter statements
that rushed from our lips;
let's put aside our
differences in everything
we have to differ about.
I still care of you Hermione,
you may not have memory of me,
it makes me feel crushed and empty,
please try to remember...
There was no signature.
"Remember what?" Hermione wondered out loud. Everything was so confusing. She'd been receiving these letters ever since her first year of Hogwarts. It was exciting and flattering at first, but she got sick of not knowing who was the person behind all those words. She wanted to know so badly who was behind all those beautiful letters, and she had tried everything she could to find out, every charm, spell, and enchantment that she knew. Nothing worked. She gave up after a few months thinking she would eventually find out by the end of the year. She couldn't have been more wrong. She was already in her sixth year, and she still hadn't found out.
She read the last two paragraphs over.
Please forget all
the bitter statements
that rushed from our lips;
let's put aside our
differences in everything
we have to differ about.
I still care of you Hermione,
you may not have memory of me,
it makes me feel crushed and empty,
please try to remember...
Forget all the bitter statements? Put aside the differences?
Hermione thought hard...did that mean that they've spoken before? She could only think of one person who she hated enough to have bitter statements yelled at. She reread the second paragraph over and over, it was getting dark outside.
Memory of WHO? She almost yelled in aggravation. She hated being confused. She hated not knowing. The more she hated, the more she decided it was enough...
"That's it!" She threw her arms up frustrated, "I'm going to figure this out once and for all! I will make this letter be the last!"
There's a wide sea between us,
and I wish that it weren't true,
for every day when I awake,
I want to be with you.
Even though you're far away,
you're all that I can see.
And, more than anything, I wish
that you were here with me.
With all the joy life brings,
inspiring hope in
the soul's depths,
scaling mountains
never climbed yet,
flying beyond
the star's reach
and discovering beauty
in the light of each,
seeking rainbows
beyond the pall.
Please forget all
the bitter statements
that rushed from our lips;
let's put aside our
differences in everything
we have to differ about.
I still care of you Hermione,
you may not have memory of me,
it makes me feel crushed and empty,
please try to remember...
There was no signature.
"Remember what?" Hermione wondered out loud. Everything was so confusing. She'd been receiving these letters ever since her first year of Hogwarts. It was exciting and flattering at first, but she got sick of not knowing who was the person behind all those words. She wanted to know so badly who was behind all those beautiful letters, and she had tried everything she could to find out, every charm, spell, and enchantment that she knew. Nothing worked. She gave up after a few months thinking she would eventually find out by the end of the year. She couldn't have been more wrong. She was already in her sixth year, and she still hadn't found out.
She read the last two paragraphs over.
Please forget all
the bitter statements
that rushed from our lips;
let's put aside our
differences in everything
we have to differ about.
I still care of you Hermione,
you may not have memory of me,
it makes me feel crushed and empty,
please try to remember...
Forget all the bitter statements? Put aside the differences?
Hermione thought hard...did that mean that they've spoken before? She could only think of one person who she hated enough to have bitter statements yelled at. She reread the second paragraph over and over, it was getting dark outside.
Memory of WHO? She almost yelled in aggravation. She hated being confused. She hated not knowing. The more she hated, the more she decided it was enough...
"That's it!" She threw her arms up frustrated, "I'm going to figure this out once and for all! I will make this letter be the last!"