Harry was stumped. He knew many people in Gryffindor, but he couldn't for the life of him think of anyone who he didn't know. That made him feel ten times worse.
To A,
You shouldn't be used to it. I'm sorry.
What is there to envy? Like you said, I'm fading. I doubt I should be ranting like this, but I just can't bother telling Ron or Hermione. I'm with them constantly, but I always feel alone. I feel like I'm going to break at any given moment and I'm terrified.
Have you ever felt so scared that your chest tightens and your pulse races or your heart beats so fast you feel like it will burst out of your chest?
That's how I constantly feel, and that's what scares me.
-Harry
After writing his letter, he ran a hand through his messy hair. He made a vow to himself in this moment; he would find "A".
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To the Boy Who Lived | H. POTTER
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