Chapter 189

Dearest Son,

This letter would have found you only if I were no longer alive. And if I am indeed dead, I do not wish to die without you ever knowing about me. So let me introduce myself. My name is Johnathon Armin Wright. I am your father. There are so many things I want to tell you that I honestly do not know where to start now, but I suppose the beginning would be as good a place as any.

I am a wizard, my son. I was once a young Hogwarts student like you must be now, and upon graduating from Hogwarts with high results, I joined the Auror forces, In the summer of 1980, while on a routine patrol through muggle London, I met your mother, and we fell in love.

At that time, the wizarding world was in a state of emergency, and the terror-striking Death Eaters were actively attacking and recruiting. Their policy was simple. You were either with them, or you were dead. Aurors are highly trained wizards, which is why the Death Eaters often tried to recruit them. Being a modestly skilled Auror myself, I knew that it wouldn't be long before they came for me.

Fearful of their wrath, I didn't reveal myself as a wizard to your mother for the time that we spent together and did my best to keep her safe from the Death Eaters. However, that effort was all in vain, and one day while returning home to your mother, they got to me.

The choice was simple. I would either join them, or they would end me and those I hold dear. I begged them for a few days' time, and used that time to fake my death, hoping that it was distraction enough for them to leave your mother alone. It fooled everyone. My parents, your pregnant mother, the Ministry…everyone.

Everyone except He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

He knew. It took him months, and when he found me, sicced his werewolves on me and left me bleeding and almost dead. Suffice it to say, I did not expect to survive the night. I expected to die then and there.

I didn't.

I knew the moment I woke up the next morning with all my wounds healed that I had now turned into a monster. That I could never return to your mother and you.

There is not a day that I do not think about you two. I found out through one of the few friends I have left that she got remarried, and that you have sisters now. I wish her nothing but the happiest of lives. I hope you are having the best of times at Hogwarts, and that you have made many lifelong friends. Most of all, I hope you are happy.

I promised myself that I would keep this letter short, which is why I must end it here. I've written many other letters like this one and kept them all in one envelope, so if you have found one, then you must have found them all. I hope you will read them all one day, for I have so much more to say. But for now, this will have to do.

Stay safe, and be good to your mother my son. I love you.

Your father,

John Wright

"For a while, it was bad," Dean said as Harry folded up the letter, trying not to let the wetness in his eyes show. "I couldn't sleep right, and couldn't eat right. Couldn't really process that my father was actually alive for all this time. I was angry for a while, and then I was so very sad. But then I learned to see what was important Harry. That my dad wasn't just any bloke. He was a wizard. A brave one. He loved me, and he sacrificed himself trying to save my mum and me Harry. He was a hero."

He took a breath, and then looked Harry in the eyes, "I know you're not exaggerating Harry. I understand how you feel."

Harry simply nodded, trying to ignore the violently sick twists of guilt that were ripping through his stomach.

The days of the winter passed in a flurry of searching through the Hogwarts library for any skill books and continuous attempts at subtly making Lockhart look powerful The Christmas holidays didn't feel quite as cheerful this year as they did the last time, despite the teacher's attempts at doing so.

Thankfully, the heir seemed to be sharing in the Christmas spirit, since there were no petrifactions in the week leading up to Christmas, and the only thing that was even mildly interesting happened when a regal eagle owl that had landed on his soup on Christmas Eve dinner and handed him a letter that he was not expecting.

HP,

My apologies for not meeting with you much this year, but suffice it to say that it was not without reason.

Father has increased scrutiny on me to ridiculous levels and has bribed Crabbe and Goyle into reporting my every movement to him. When I asked him about it, he simply replied that it was for my safety, but I don't think I quite believe him. The only reason I was even able to write to you is that father wanted me to convince you to come to the Ball this year again.

Its honestly up to you, but I will ask you to accept. Father might be insulted if you don't, and that is usually a bad thing. Besides, the party will be better, because mother has planned the party around this new animal sanctuary that has opened up, and we're going to be raising money for the sanctuary. The sanctuary has offered to display a lot of its animals at the party for the guest's pleasure. Salamanders and other rare animals and all that jazz So it'll be a bit less bland and more fun than last year.

I think that will do it for this letter. I was supposed to stay at Hogwarts this year, but with the Heir somehow targeting half-bloods as well instead of just Muggleborns as the legends say, mother got a bit worried and had me return home for Christmas.

I hope to talk to you later in the Ball.

DM

Also contained in the envelope was a smaller letter, written on more expensive parchment.

Heir Potter

With great honor, we would like to request for your presence on the Christmas evening this year for the Annual Malfoy New Year's Ball.

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