[It's been a while since...what happened. Between the Castle, the Movies, and everything else that happened, it's been hard for Alfred to even consider how to approach this.
Until, one day, a letter appears for Harry, written in familiar (if shaking) penmanship and smelling vaguely of candlesmoke and peppermint. There are tear marks on the page.]
Harry,
I don't know how to even begin to tell you how sorry I am for what happened.
I was out of control. It was stupid of me, waiting as long as I did to feed, and the price was paid by you and two other people. I saw what I did to you, how I hurt you, and I don't know how you could possibly forgive me.
Still.
I am sorry, Harry. I am so sorry.
If you never want to see me again, I would understand.
A Handwritten Letter - 5/2
Until, one day, a letter appears for Harry, written in familiar (if shaking) penmanship and smelling vaguely of candlesmoke and peppermint. There are tear marks on the page.]
Harry,
I don't know how to even begin to tell you how sorry I am for what happened.
I was out of control. It was stupid of me, waiting as long as I did to feed, and the price was paid by you and two other people. I saw what I did to you, how I hurt you, and I don't know how you could possibly forgive me.
Still.
I am sorry, Harry. I am so sorry.
If you never want to see me again, I would understand.
Your FriendSincerely,
Alfred