Fan Fiction ❯ A NEVER READ LETTER ❯ A NEVER READ LETTER ( Prologue )

May 27th 1998

Dear Virginia,

now that everything is almost ended, I don't know why, but I feel that there are things that I should have told you. While I am here waiting Potter, I watch you lie unconscious on the floor: in all these months I did nothing but use you, cheat on you, fool you. Now I feel guilt, this is the first time for me: the feelings that you have made me feel for the first time are so many, Virginia. The guilt that is devouring me like a dark being that banquets on his enemies. The envy, each time that you spoke about your family: how the twins played bad taste tricks on you; how Ron threw you out with anger when you tried to get in his group of friends; how Percy urged you to devote yourself in the studies; how your mother congratulated with you for the gained results. I envy you for this, because I have never known what a family is: thank to you, now I know it. I remember when I suggested you to let Flitch caught Fred and George going around school on curfew; I remember your answer very well:" I couldn't do this: even if they are so mean with me, they love me." You have made me understand that a family not only is a group of people with the same blood, but also that love each other, always and anyway.

Before you lost consciousness, you told me that you loved me: do you think about me as a member of your family? And do you continue to love me despite all the pain I gave you? Even now that I'm draining your life? This is the thing that hurts me more: till the last moment you have smiled, you have tried to make me laugh. Why, Virginia, Why didn't you have insulted me, or told you hated me? Why do you have continued to be so sweet and comprehensive with me? You knew who I am, yet you have not shown fear but you continued to give affection: you are a creature so simple, yet I am unable to understand you. Before you faint, you embraced me like... perhaps like a sister or a mother, or like something else: actually I don't know, nobody before you had done such a thing. And when you told me that you loved me, I... I felt so confused that I didn't bear it: I wanted to reply you, but anything I'd have told you, it would have been another lie. Before start to write this letter, I thought about what has been between us: I have thought again about our talks, what we have done. To what you have made me feel. Now I know what I must tell you.

I care about you: I don't dare pronounce the word love, because it is a too big word. I know that it could seem odd and absurd, yet I think to care about you: I don't know if like a brother, a friend or something more, but I care... love you. Yes, quite me, the more feared wizard of the century and that everybody thinks incapable of feel something but greed for power -and I am, or better, I was the first to think it, I am so attached to you. When I have understood what was that warm and pleasant feeling that tickled my heart every time I spoke with you, I have felt happy for the first time in my whole life: I couldn't not tell you! When you will read this letter, one week will be passed from today: you won't die here and today, Virginia, not now that I have understood how important you are for me. It will be Potter to let me get out of the diary, and I then will give you back the life that I have taken from you, and then we will be able to...

No, we couldn't love each other, not now: the others would not understand. They could do you who knows what, they could use you to get me and I... I don't want that they hurt you! I couldn't bear it! We must wait: meanwhile, I will find a trusted person and through him or she we'll keep in contact. And when everything will be over, I will come to take you my sweet, dear Virginia: you will wait for me, won't you?

Thomas Marvolo Riddle

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Shocked, Harry read again the letter: every word was like a stab at his heart and he felt his own throat tightened. Voldemort had been defeated few days before, his rests had been buried in a Muggle cemetery: an angel of stone watched over that anonymous grave. Once captured the surviving Death Eaters, all the objects belonged to the Dark Lord and his followers had been sequestrated.

Harry had found the letter among the pages of the diary, the seal still intact: he couldn't not know the content after have read Ginny's name on the envelope. No, even after fifteen year, Ginny wouldn't have read that letter, she wouldn't have read it /never/, not now that...

" Ehy, Harry!" Hermione called him with a smile printed on her lips, placing her cell phone in a pocket," Ginny has called me: she has gone at the examination and... Congratulations Harry: it'll be a boy!"

END

This fanfic is born listening some samples of Ferzan Ozpetek's last movie's O.S.T, "La finestra di fronte": you could find them at the following address

http://www.lafinestradifronte.com

The site is in Italian, but I assure you that it worth to give it a glance, also because the film is really touching!