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16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

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Hans Emi

Anaïs Nin

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Chp 68

“”Hermione, I’m tired.”

She looked up at him and saw it in his eyes.

The war had eaten him; there was so little of him left. The ghosts in his eyes, the war, it was almost all there was.

The other Death Eaters had retired from the war after the Battle of Hogwarts, but Draco hadn’t had the ability, had never been afforded the luxury. He had continued, because he couldn’t find her, because he’d made a vow to defeat Voldemort.

His best to defeat Voldemort.

His best.

Always his best.

Day after day.

He just wanted an endpoint to look towards.

“Draco… I—”

He took her hand in his, running his thumb over her ring. “I would like to say goodbye to you before you’re leaving.”

Her throat caught as she stared up at him. Her jaw was trembling visibly, and he swam in her eyes when she nodded slowly and buried her face against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and sighed.”