You had been gone for a while now, swept away in the chaos of the war, and it left a void that none of them knew how to fill. Your absence hung over them like a heavy fog, suffocating every moment of their lives. No words could undo what had happened, but they had to try. They had to say something, even if it was just for themselves. So, they wrote this letter, knowing full well you would never read it, but still needing to get the words out.

Mattheo started the letter, his voice unsteady but resolute. “We hope you knew how much you meant to us.”

Theodore’s words followed, quieter, filled with a calm understanding. “How much your presence held us together when everything was falling apart.”

Draco’s voice was tinged with something sharper, something lost. “How your belief in us made us believe in ourselves.”

Lorenzo added, his usual levity dimmed by the weight of it all. “How we’d give anything to see you smile one more time.”

Blaise spoke next, his words soft yet firm. “How you were the light in all of our darkness.”

Regulus, who had always been quiet, let his words slip through like a confession. “How we’d spend every lifetime searching for you again.”

Finally, Tom. His tone was different, colder, as if the weight of his own guilt had crushed his usual arrogance. “How we failed you when it mattered most.”

And then, silence. A long pause hung in the air, each boy carrying the same heavy thought.

“If you can hear us, wherever you are… we’re sorry.”

The letter, the final words, were their way of remembering. But no matter how hard they tried, they knew nothing could bring you back.