Salazar Slytherin's suicide note

Dear Mr Gryffindor:

I am sorry.

I think these are the only three words I can say to you.Once, there were three others in my mind, but they had been on my lips for too long, too long—to spit them out.And you, my dear friend, I have intended that you should never know what they are for the rest of your life.

But I can't, Mr. Godric Gryffindor, I'm dying, and this is the only chance in my life, the only one, to tell you the truth.

Count it as my plea, please, after reading this letter, throw it away as if you hadn't.Don't tell anyone the contents of it.Not Rowena, she has already broken her heart for Helena, do you want her to break her heart again?Don't be Helga, her kindness and tolerance deserve to keep her heart clear; and not Emily, Godric Gryffindor, don't tell her that she is your wife, all she needs is A responsible husband who can protect her and the children.

But I hate you, so I'm going to say to you, to make you listen to me for the rest of my life.You think of yourself as my friend - which you never were - and you'll have to read this letter.

I'm dying.At midnight yesterday, I was unconscious.But damn it, Vivian must have thought I wasn't punished enough, and this morning I was brought back to life by the pouring rain.Anna is no longer with me, which makes me very proud: she was a good kid and a wonderful Slytherin.

As expected of my child, the same silent but smart.Before I met you, I always thought I was very smart.But I'm not like that - I'll always be a childish fool in front of you, a weakling to be taken care of, a so-called friend in your mouth.

Anna, the treasure of my life, she is only 13 and a half years old, she has learned to leave me before she is an adult, just like you once did.I think, she will not be found by you again, and neither will I.Actually, you two are the dumbest.

Anna thought I didn't love her, just because I never caressed her silky long hair like other parents, just because I never whispered some irrelevant greetings in her ears.She is wrong, I love her like the moon loves the reflection in the lake, which is always unreachable, the reflection.Every time I see her, it's like seeing you, seeing myself when I was young.

You are wrong too, more clumsily and more heartbroken than she was.You didn't even give me a chance to explain when the gossip was flying around and all the sharp eyes in the academy were on me.What a treat to you and I who have known each other for ten years.I remember the promise you made every day, and I am far more familiar with those cold spells.The wings of time may hit the sky and the earth, but they can't erase your promise from my heart.Your tone, your pauses, the breath of every vowel, I remember clearly.But you never delivered.I just waited every day, waiting for the curse on me to strike, to strangle me on the ghost ship and end this ridiculous life.

You're tired and want to let go of my crazy words.Yes, how well I know you!It's just that you never understood me.You keep me by your side, but you are willing to enjoy the feeling of getting along with friends, the peaceful atmosphere, and the happy mood.That being the case, shall I tell you about the day I met you?

Says your Muggle book, "Would that the Argonauts never sailed over the deep blue Simplicgades to the shores of Colchis; The tree was not cut down to make oars for the heroes who brought the golden fleece to Pelias"?

Oh, I wish I hadn't been too sentimental that day!When I first met you, you were sitting on the edge of the flower bed, smoking a pipe, looking at me and smiling.Your skin is white as winter snow, your hair is golden like the sun, and your lips are red like pomegranates.The whole sky of that evening, and the clouds that roamed over it, are reflected in your blue eyes.At that moment, my thoughts had drifted across the depths of the English Channel and reached the beach on the other side.

Your ocean-like eyes are shining, like the afterglow of the setting sun shimmering slightly on the sea.I don't know how to describe them—the eyes are a bit more gorgeous and sad than the May sky in Sphere.

I still don't know whether it is my loneliness or your charm that leads me to you?Did I accidentally fall into the embankment of fate, or are you walking on the other side with sirens singing beside you?But no matter what, I couldn't escape the ending of drowning.

Some people say that it is called destiny because it cannot be escaped.

There are always some things in this world that cannot be changed by me, nor by time.

Like your heart.

Tell me, Godric Gryffindor, why on earth did you take me to that shabby pub and get me so drunk?I can't think of anything except time waltzing on tiptoe in the tune of a troubadour; at that time, I knew clearly in my heart what it would be like for late returnees in my family with strict rules punish.

But I still chose to sit across from you all night, talking and laughing with you.My dissatisfaction with the family, my resistance to restraint, and my pursuit of freedom all burst out from my heart, from our conversations, and finally became my actions.

Vivian testified that was the first time I had deliberately broken the family rules.It is you who gave me courage.You are magical, as long as I am by your side, everything about me is insignificant.Every time I see you, there is a kind of shock—that is the shock of looking up at the endless starry sky from the abyss, and it is the humbleness of longing for the light but always in the darkness.This kind of humility is engraved into the bone marrow, and it will neither pass away with time nor decay with the body.

Even after you betrayed again and again, my admiration for you has not changed.

In the midst of the chaos, I tell you I'm going home.You said it was raining outside, then put your coat on me and sent me to the door of the bar.Maybe it was because you were drunk, you hugged my shoulder blades affectionately, and your warm lips fell on my cheeks, but I was indifferent except for surprise and doubt.

Who would understand that this is just your ordinary courtship!In my education, in the environment in which I was raised, this action either means that you are teasing me, or that I am your q. These two views are obviously illogical. To me, you are just An enthusiastic young man whom he met for the first time—or so Apollo thought.But even he didn't know that in the eyes of Dionysus, Iros was already annoyed.

That night, I deserved to be punished.My apologies to my parents and my family were engraved on my body word by word as the punishment proceeded.They said I was killing myself by associating with a white wizard.At that time, I thought in my heart that they didn't understand you, but now I understand that only I don't understand you.

I'm killing myself, yes, I'm sure it is - my life started when I met you, and it's where I died.From the moment I knew you, this was so destined.Like Lady Charlotte catching a glimpse of Lancelot in a mirror, I broke loose and went to my death.

I went to see you again the next afternoon.You saw the wound on my neck, you comforted me with compassion, you asked me:

"Who dared to hurt you?"

"No," I replied, "this has nothing to do with you."