The start of something right
It took week before she replied but when she finally did I wasn’t disappointed.
Hi,
I’m so sorry it took me so long to reply but Peeves took my letterbook and we couldn’t find it so they had to make a new one. Don’t worry we disconnected the old one so no one could find it and read our letters.
About the letters, maybe it's more fun to write in notes. This way it might be easier and more fun to communicate with each other.
I’d love to get to know you better and maybe be friends. Time will tell.
Hope to hear from you soon!
Miss Blue
This was the best day of my life! A clean slate and someone to talk to who doesn’t look at you in despair. If I reply now, would that be to desperate? Maybe but I’m too happy to care right now.
Sounds like a great plan. Notes are shorter and way easier. I also hope we can be friends and I would like to get to know you better. I sound a bit like a lost puppy so I’m going to stop now.
Hear you soon, Mister B
Why am I so desperate? This isn’t normal behaviour for me. I’m supposed to be the one who makes everyone else either uncomfortable or flustered and now the turned me into a puddle by only writing a letter back. No, stop this nonsense. She only likes Mister Blue not Draco because Draco is the ex-deatheater and Mister Blue is the perfect guy. What have I gotten myself into?!
After my mental breakdown I decided I needed some fresh air because if I stayed any longer in my room, where the book is, I would definitely go crazy. I ignored everyone in the commonroom and the halls and went straight to the black lake. I just sat there for half an hour thinking about what my life would be like if I wasn’t such an arse and would have done the right thing from the start. And then it happened. There they stood, a bunch of first years. Who did it I don’t know but my hair was no longer blond but orange from the pumpkin juice they threw. What happened after was even more strange than the letter I received this morning.
“Hey you! Leave him alone!”
Who yelled that? What’s happening? When I turned around I saw the impossible. There they stood. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. They were standing there looking extremely angry. At me? No, at them. The first years who threw the pumpkin juice and now started yelling ‘deatheater’ at me. I can’t believe it. Are they helping me?
“You think that’s funny? How about a shower for all of you then?”
With that Ginny sent ten glasses of pumpkin juice flying to the first years.
“What the hell! Why did you do that! You should be on our side and not of that deatheater scrum!”, one of them yelled.
“Well I’ve got some news for you then. This supposedly ‘deatheater scrum’ is our friend and everyone who tries to hurt any of them will answer to us. Am I understood?”
Wow, I never thought Granger had that much power in her little body but then again she had a lot of power in her little body when she broke my nose in third year. The first years surely didn’t expect that from the oh so famous war heroin and slowly started retreating to the castle without losing eye contact with the group of heroes.
“Bloody hell ‘Moine. I sometimes forget how scary you can be. Remind me to never cross you alright.”
“Don’t worry Ron this won’t be the last time you’ll forget your own advice and cross me.”
“Hey mate, are you alright?”
Suddenly they all seemed to remember why they were here in the first place. It was Neville who changed their attention from each other to me.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry Draco. They didn’t have the right to act like this”, Hermione said.
“Uhm yeah I’m alright I guess. I probably deserved it.”
I couldn’t look them in the eye, afraid I would see disgust.
“No one deserves this, not even you. We all came here for a second chance and we would be hypocrites if we didn’t give that same chance to you and you’re friends. Come on let’s get you cleaned up and maybe after that we can come back here with you and you’re friends and start over. What do you say? Truce?”
There it was Harry Potter, the boy who lived, holding out his hand to Draco Malfoy, a deatheater. This is strange but I would be mad to pass up a chance like this. A clean slate, not only on paper but in real life. And with that I took his hand. I can feel it. This, this right here, is the start of something right and for once in my life I will make my own choices and I choose right this time.