Private message to Draco Malfoy

[alt_seamus]

Many happy returns, Draco.

I was just thinking, tomorrow's going to be your first birthday without Harry. It's probably the first time you even remember a birthday without Harry. You were even together last year; it wasn't until the day afterward that everything went to hell and you ran.

I saw you flirting with that mudblood in Hydra's journal entry yesterday. You make such an adorable couple. I'm sure she'll be there to comfort you tomorrow when you're thinking about Harry. You can cry on her shoulder.

But you know, now that we know about the two of you, she'll be even more of a target. You're not the only one who can cast the Black Curse. If Bellatrix casts it on your mudblood, will you hold her in your arms as she dies from it and think about how now you know exactly how much Harry suffered? Or will you mercy-kill her to spare her the part where all her insides disintegrate and she pukes the decaying bits out of her mouth?

Then you'll have murdered two people you love.

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[alt_draco]

Again I wonder if you actually believe that you're tormenting me by repeating aloud the fears I already know that I have.

You haven't even got past the surface of most things I fear and worry about. I've been experiencing those emotions for longer than you have. I'm not ashamed of my fears. I own up to all of them.

Here, let me tell you some:

When Harry and I said goodbye, Harry said he thought we would see each other again. That he'd go onto a better place, after it was over.

I worry that he didn't go to that place at all. He didn't die a normal death - his soul was ripped from his body using dark magic. Maybe his soul is out there somewhere, still being ripped apart. Maybe it never stops.

I worry that if Harry did move into a different place, a better place, then that's not the same place I'll go when I die.

I worry that when all my friends look at me now, they hate me, because they see the person that murdered Harry.

I worry they don't hate me, because they definitely should.

I worry about having to mercy-kill Hermione. I worry about her having to mercy-kill me. But obviously I'd do it and so would she. The fact that you even ask that question demonstrates your ignorance about me, about her, about us.

What about you, Finnigan? What keeps you up at night, afraid to go to sleep and face those dreams?

Let me guess - you're afraid of being alone.

And you know what? You are.