I have wept for the darkness in your heart, the pain in your soul and weakness that had to start. It was wrong for me to think so highly of you. Your father was the enemy and I should have known he’d get you too. Don’t go. Please, go slow. Tread softly over the grave you have made for me, near the steps of Hogwarts for young lings to see. He called for you and you went to him, I should have known that the Dark Arts wasn’t just a whim, for you and now I pay the price of a love gone cold through my sacrifice. Don’t go. Please, go slow. Somehow, I think that you don’t care about what happens to a girl so fair. It was horrid of you to think I was so strong couldn’t you see what went wrong. Draco, you chose the evil over me and left me alone for all the world to see. Well, you should be glad that they proved us wrong and now I’m thrown into the throng of everyone that was against us from the start so now we are apart. I am lost without you, but now I’m calling out for you to come back to me and leave the mask behind even though you can’t accomplish anything that kind. Don’t go. Please, go slow. I gave up everything for a dark prince and now I wish that I could rinse the sins away that you left upon me a mark imprinted in the heart of me. If I had chosen a different path it might have saved me from your wrath of terror and of uncompromising hate, but now, my love, it is too late.