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carmillaNOTES: The idea of a Dead Letter is that a character is given a chance to write one 100 word letter to one person immediately after their death. I tend to take them as a challenge to fit as much story into as short a space as possible :) These aren't meant to be companion pieces.
Cedric
I love you. There. It shouldn't have been that hard to say, really.
I love the glossy black of your hair, and the long straight lines of your legs, and your wide, innocent eyes, and the way that you smile.
Whether I was competing against you, or in the stands, I always loved watching you on the Quidditch pitch, so quick, so graceful, wind-whipped and intent on the game.
I'll remember you forever. And I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner.
Yours ever,
Cedric
P.S. Please, Harry, don't tell Cho about this. And the two of you have my blessing.
Harry
I must make this quick.
Tell Hermione she has beauty and brains, no matter what anyone says, and that she really needn't use that straightening charm. And I wish I could meet the woman she'll grow into.
Tell Neville Snape's a git, ignore him.
Tell Sirius and Remus I wish I knew them better.
Tell your mum, dad and brothers they're the only people who ever made me feel like I had a family.
Tell Ginny I'm sorry I couldn't be who she wanted me to.
And tell yourself I loved you, and please, try to be proud of it.
Draco
Fuck you. Fuck you all. I hope the lot of you die choking on your own cocks.
Fuck you, Potter, and your little boyfriend Weasley. Pathetic faggots. Why the hell should you be the one to live? You never had what I had.
Fuck you, Dad. You just didn't give a shit, did you? Never once cared that I might not be what you wanted me to be. You just twisted and twisted until I became it.
Fuck you, Pansy, faithless bitch. Oh wait, I already did.
Fuck you, Snape. Traitor. I hope my blood sticks to your hands forever.
Dumbledore
My dear boy,
Forgive me the impunity one last time, old friend, and try not to scowl too much.
The Defence post is yours, I've seen to it. Minerva had very strict instructions. Tell her that I'll miss her, by the way. And the rest of the staff as well.
Try to preserve the things I cared about. I trust you with this. Of course you will want to do things your own way. Just... be careful. That's all I ask.
Oh, and Severus? Look after Harry. He's important to all of us. Yes, even you.
Yours affectionately,
Albus Dumbledore
Cho
I swear I'll come back. I'll become a Hogwarts ghost if need be.
Maybe you'll see me, maybe you won't. I'll tease you just like I always have. But I'll watch you. In class, the Common Room, or the library. In bed, while you sleep, and while you don't… when you toss your head on the pillows and toy with your pretty body and think of nothing but me. And maybe I'll wrap myself around you like a blanket, or run my hands over your skin, or sink right into you, and you won't even know it.
Wait for me.
Neville
I did it. You all thought I was the weak, stupid one, kept me out of the line of fire. More because you were worried I would get in the way than because you wanted to protect me, naturally. Well, a lot of use you were.
They caught me, kidnapped me, took me to Him. And He used everything he could to break me. Well, I want you to know that I didn't budge. I didn't give away a single plan, a single hiding place. I hope you're all happy. Actually, no I don't. I hope you're ashamed of yourselves.
Hermione
I know you never really understood what it was all about. You were pleased when I got my letter, but you didn't know what it actually meant. How irrevocably it was going to change my life. How much of a different person I was going to become.
I can't explain it all to you in this short letter. Let me just say three things.
I regret nothing. I wouldn't have changed my life for the world.
What I died for was worth dying for. Never doubt that for a minute.
I love you, Mummy. Tell Daddy I love him too.
Ron
Hagrid,
I hate spiders. I hate spiders. I hate, hate HATE SPIDERS! So why you had to bring a giant one into Hogwarts, I really don't know. I trust you had your reasons. I hope it made you happy to have your huge, hairy, eight-legged fucking terrifying friend roaming around the woods. I really do. Not to mention his little great-grandchildren, and not-so-little grandchildren, and not-little-at-all, but-actually-rather-large, thank-you-very-much children. Who, I might add, are right bastards. Considering they killed me. Might I respectfully ask that when you find my body, you at least clean the bloody cobwebs off it?
Ron
Cedric
I love you. There. It shouldn't have been that hard to say, really.
I love the glossy black of your hair, and the long straight lines of your legs, and your wide, innocent eyes, and the way that you smile.
Whether I was competing against you, or in the stands, I always loved watching you on the Quidditch pitch, so quick, so graceful, wind-whipped and intent on the game.
I'll remember you forever. And I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner.
Yours ever,
Cedric
P.S. Please, Harry, don't tell Cho about this. And the two of you have my blessing.
Harry
I must make this quick.
Tell Hermione she has beauty and brains, no matter what anyone says, and that she really needn't use that straightening charm. And I wish I could meet the woman she'll grow into.
Tell Neville Snape's a git, ignore him.
Tell Sirius and Remus I wish I knew them better.
Tell your mum, dad and brothers they're the only people who ever made me feel like I had a family.
Tell Ginny I'm sorry I couldn't be who she wanted me to.
And tell yourself I loved you, and please, try to be proud of it.
Draco
Fuck you. Fuck you all. I hope the lot of you die choking on your own cocks.
Fuck you, Potter, and your little boyfriend Weasley. Pathetic faggots. Why the hell should you be the one to live? You never had what I had.
Fuck you, Dad. You just didn't give a shit, did you? Never once cared that I might not be what you wanted me to be. You just twisted and twisted until I became it.
Fuck you, Pansy, faithless bitch. Oh wait, I already did.
Fuck you, Snape. Traitor. I hope my blood sticks to your hands forever.
Dumbledore
My dear boy,
Forgive me the impunity one last time, old friend, and try not to scowl too much.
The Defence post is yours, I've seen to it. Minerva had very strict instructions. Tell her that I'll miss her, by the way. And the rest of the staff as well.
Try to preserve the things I cared about. I trust you with this. Of course you will want to do things your own way. Just... be careful. That's all I ask.
Oh, and Severus? Look after Harry. He's important to all of us. Yes, even you.
Yours affectionately,
Albus Dumbledore
Cho
I swear I'll come back. I'll become a Hogwarts ghost if need be.
Maybe you'll see me, maybe you won't. I'll tease you just like I always have. But I'll watch you. In class, the Common Room, or the library. In bed, while you sleep, and while you don't… when you toss your head on the pillows and toy with your pretty body and think of nothing but me. And maybe I'll wrap myself around you like a blanket, or run my hands over your skin, or sink right into you, and you won't even know it.
Wait for me.
Neville
I did it. You all thought I was the weak, stupid one, kept me out of the line of fire. More because you were worried I would get in the way than because you wanted to protect me, naturally. Well, a lot of use you were.
They caught me, kidnapped me, took me to Him. And He used everything he could to break me. Well, I want you to know that I didn't budge. I didn't give away a single plan, a single hiding place. I hope you're all happy. Actually, no I don't. I hope you're ashamed of yourselves.
Hermione
I know you never really understood what it was all about. You were pleased when I got my letter, but you didn't know what it actually meant. How irrevocably it was going to change my life. How much of a different person I was going to become.
I can't explain it all to you in this short letter. Let me just say three things.
I regret nothing. I wouldn't have changed my life for the world.
What I died for was worth dying for. Never doubt that for a minute.
I love you, Mummy. Tell Daddy I love him too.
Ron
Hagrid,
I hate spiders. I hate spiders. I hate, hate HATE SPIDERS! So why you had to bring a giant one into Hogwarts, I really don't know. I trust you had your reasons. I hope it made you happy to have your huge, hairy, eight-legged fucking terrifying friend roaming around the woods. I really do. Not to mention his little great-grandchildren, and not-so-little grandchildren, and not-little-at-all, but-actually-rather-large, thank-you-very-much children. Who, I might add, are right bastards. Considering they killed me. Might I respectfully ask that when you find my body, you at least clean the bloody cobwebs off it?
Ron