If Home is Where Your Heart Resides,
Tell What Would Happen When,
Your Heart Has Lost It's Size,
Never Fitting Correctly Then?
Shriveled Up and Cracked,
Broken Into Many Pieces,
But Piled So Neatly, Stacked,
All Folded Up, So Many Creases.
Dear Mr MalfoyDear Mr. Malfoy,Dear Mr Malfoy by sushirice25
Yesterday, I was reading the new version of Hogwarts, A History (courtesy of my mother, she knows exactly who to talk to to get the latest books) and while reading about The Battle of Hogwarts, found your name in it. Interested, I read on, and it said that you went to Hogwarts from 1991 to 1998, the same years that my mother and father went. So I asked my mum if she knew you. "Malfoy? Don't get me started." she said. "Thought he was all that until his father got arrested. Had the pleasure of punching him right in the nose." Apparently, you two never got along.
So I asked my dad about you. He said about the same, calling you a git, and something else that made my mum go "Ron!"
Today we went to my uncle's house. You must have heard of him; my uncle; his name's Harry Potter. I was still curious, so I asked him.
"Uncle Harry?" I said.
"Yes, Rose?" he answered.