"Did you know that salmon swim against the streaming of a river, all the way back to the mountain where te river starts? Can you imagine the amount of strength is takes to do something like that? Especially at the higher points of the river where the river rushes to get down, where there are things like waterfalls, sharp rocks and even worse: bears.

When they finally arrive they make sure to lay their eggs somewhere safe. And then they die.

They fucking die.

After having swum a distant that long against the streaming they are devastated. Their bodies will not be able to handle the fatigue anymore, something that causes them to die. So, bottom-line, if they manage to survive all those dangers and finally make it to their destination they die. It does not matter if they make it or not, the price they will have to pay will always stay the same: their lives.

Yet, every year a million of salmon decides to make this deadly trip. Simply to reproduce. The children that they get will do the same thing, their children will do the same and the generation that comes after them will do it.

It might not be hundredth percent the same, but my mother has done something likewise for me. She sacrificed absolutely anything for me just to make me at least survive the war. She invited the Dark Lord over, just because she knew he would own them something. Something that could safe my life. She put herself to a hell just to get me where I am where I was at that moment; in a clinic. My beloved mother had always been there to protect me, against everything. Against the monsters that were hiding underneath my bed or in my wardrobe, for my father when he lost his temper again, for my aunt Bellatrix that was a treat to my life as well and for Lord Voldemort, someone who was a treat to her life as well. She simply did not seem to care about that.

But right now, she was powerless. She could not protect me from my own demons. She could not destroy my mind. It hurt her to see me like that, something that automatically hurt me. I wanted to take that pay away, but simply could not do such thing. I wanted to protect her for once, just once. But I simply could not do that.

In some sort of way I can compare your parents to a salmon as well. The sacrificed their selves as well just so you could survive. It is not the same thing of course, and I am very aware of that. Yet I cannot help myself from comparing those two things together. When your mother sacrificed herself for you, she did the same thing all those salmon do year after year; she gave her life to give you a change to get one.

A mothers and fathers love can be such a beautiful thing. It is something that gives you that safe feeling, a feeling of love, a feeling of appreciation. When you miss it, or worse; when your parents fail to give you this, you miss something. I know it is hypocritical of me to see since I got all the love I could possible desire from my mother, but you will always have a backlog on those who did receive that love.

My father did not love me the way he should have. He was not there for me the way he should have been. If I could do all those years in which I desperately tried to get his attention, to make him proud all over again this would change radical. Firstly, I would have been a lot nicer to you. Secondly, I would have never joined the Dark Lords army. Or at least I think I would have not done that.

Maybe I would have been a better person; a stronger person. Someone that can stand up for his own dreams and desires. Someone like you.

But that forces me to see thing in a different light, since you did not receive the love of any parent at all. Yet you were a good person, a kind, loving and caring person. It must have been awful, growing up with people who did not want you. It must have been incredibly lonely to live under the same roof as people who do not give you the love they should gave you. I can only imagine how you should have felt when you finally could leave that horrible place.

You can leave the situation, but I have learnt that it will always find a way to haunt you. To grab you by your throat and throttle you as hard as it possibly can. It will make you feel like there is no oxygen left in your body, like there is nothing too live for anymore.

My heart goes out to you, and when I hear you cry at night I wish that there was something I could do to take that pain away. That there is something I could say to make you feel better about yourself and the horrible situation you are in. I wish I could just be there for you in a way your parent should have been there for you.

A part of me knows that they would have done absolutely anything to be there for you. You must have been their everything; their eyecatcher. They loved you so much that they paid the ultimate sacrifice to safe you; their lives.

Is it not a wonderful thing that there are still people who would do what salmons do every year for someone they love? There should be more people out there to do that, there should be more people out there to unconditionally love someone.

Maybe, just maybe I could love someone like that one day. Maybe, just maybe I would finally be ready to love someone that much. Because that is a absolute wonderful thing, do you not think?"