because I had trusted him, had told him where you were hiding and played yourselves so straight into Voldemort's arms. It was my fault that Harry had to grow up without parents and then with those terrible muggles too.
It took me thirteen long years to understand: If I didn't forgive myself, then I couldn't help him and he, too, could never forgive me because he would never know the whole truth.Would never know what great friends we were and how much fun we had.
This thought was the only one that gave me strength. But when I finally fled, I had changed. I could no longer look forward to little things as I used to. The funny and cheeky boy has become a broken man. I know you don't blame me for your death, but it's hard to live with these thoughts. You'd be the last one who'd want me to feel this bad, but I miss you James, I can't tell you how badly. We were best friends and really did everything together. What remains are the beautiful but also painful memories that I cherish like the apple of my eye. Although time has passed, nothing has changed here.
Here at Hogwarts I can relive our school days. It's like I've never been away, and it has been a good 20 years since we graduated.Above all, the people are exactly like they were back then. Slytherins and Gryffindors are still the greatest enemies, and Malfoy and Harry, like you and Lucius, are almost arch rivals.
I walk through the huge castle and everything is one big deja vu. But that's good too, because it's like you're still there, like I've never lost you. A single tear makes its way out of my eye and runs down my face, a second tear also comes out, but I quickly wipe it away and tighten my body. If I couldn't be there for you, then at least for Harry, and that's impossible if I just think about the past.

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So that was it.
Hope you could start something with the story and send me clerks * with big dog eyes look very nice *

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