Dear Harry,

This is my last letter to you. Voldemort found out about what I was doing. As punishment for my actions, I have already gotten a handful of Crucio curses. I have knowledge of many secret plans of the Dark Lord, and thus as to conceal them and also to punish me for my actions, I'm gonna be wiped away. 

My last breath will be taken today. A green light will be the last thing I see. I won't get to see the world after war, I won't get to see my friends again. I won't get to see you again; those beautiful green eyes. 

I won't be able to tell you that I love you. So I'll be sending this letter. All those letters I never send; now I have the courage. I'm gonna send this one. 

All those years with the feelings inside of me. All those years I thought you loved me too. Al those years that I dreamed I could be with you. 

Maybe in another life we'll be together. A life in which I was happy. A life in which I am not a death eater and you're no chosen one. A life in which both our dreams would come true. 

I thought I could dance with you. Be with you. Hold your hand when you need it. A shoulder to hang on. I thought a day would come when I could savour the feeling of your lips on mine. 

I always was with you. Almost everywhere you went. Sometimes hidden, sometimes in sight. Sometimes alone, sometimes with company. Sometimes in awe, sometimes in doubt.

Even when I was in the most depressing times of my life. I thought of you. You made me happy. You never spoke to me without spite. I never spoke to you at all. Maybe it was the butterflies that erupted inside of me, or the feeling that you'll never be mine.

I still remember the pain of heartache, the burn of jealousy, and the coolness of love. The calmness of being loved, however is something I never actually could enjoy.

My parents never truly loved me. Maybe at times I thought Draco was my only family. Mr. and Mrs Malfoy took care of me through a sense of obligation. I didn't have many friends; no other house had friendly terms with Slytherins, and the slytherins were just too biased.

I had dreams. To explore the world. Create some invention for helping others through despair. To love. To be loved. To have friends who weren't slytherins. To leave Dolohov Manor and live somewhere else; some where peaceful. In a small house, with you and my owl 'Screech'.  

What I felt towards you was never 'love'. Because love is a word that is much too soft and used far too often to ever describe the fierce, infinite and blazing passion that I have in my heart for you.

I might be gone by the time you get this letter. But remember that I'll never forget you. My love towards you will only disintegrate, when hell freezes over.

I love you Harry James Potter. 

You'll always be my Dear Chosen One.

With love,

Your Cordelia