(no subject)
I'm back. I don't know if you care, but I'm fine. If anyone around here trusted me, then they'd know I was not going to throw myself into danger stupidly. I don't know if he's told you, but I am here and now. I don't think I can be in any way friends with someone like that. *parchment is slightly smudged* So, I'll understand if you two side together. It's not like I'm used to being ignored.
Hermione
I don't think I will ever, ever, forgive you. I trusted you, and thought you trusted me enough to know that I don't make rash decisions. It's not like I've stopped you in the past from doing something stupid. It's not like I've helped you with things you couldn't even manage on your own.
*parchment is deeply scored*
I know You-Know-Who killed your parents. I was there in the Ministry, and I liked Sirius too. But if you can't see the difference between a thirteen year old, scared boy and the man who wasn't scared of anyone but Dumbledore, then you're a bigger idiot than I thought you were.
I thought that if there was one person, just -one- that I could trust enough to keep it to themselves, to know when to stay out of it, then it was you. That you'd know me by now.
And it won't work. Tom trusted me. He trusted me to help him when no-one else would, and if I'd been able to help him, the Order could have saved him. But instead, you've left him to the Death Eaters and Voldemort. He's been talking to me, sharing things about them - they will kill him. And I don't think I can ever, ever forgive you for that.
If you thought he could survive, you'd have stayed. If there had been three of us, Stunning her, even, we could've stopped her long enough to take Tom. But you didn't think of that. Because I've always done the thinking for us!
Your precious Cloak is on your bed.
You wouldn't even let me make a decision, you went to Dumbledore behind my back, you've probably got me in worse trouble than ever, and I'm going to be expelled, in all likelihood.
I hate you.