Letters
written by Louisa S R W
I found a box of things for my mother. I have posted some of the photos and these are the letters. I included some of my own.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
4
Reads
735
From Me (Louisa Snape-Riddle) to various people
Chapter 3
Mummy,
I miss you. I cry at night. I want to go home, but I don't know where that is.
I wish you were here.
Louisa
(1982)
Mother,
I have started at Hogwarts now,
I am in Gryffindor, just like you.
I want to make you proud of me.
I still cry for you at night.
I love you.
Louisa.
(1990)
My Dear Uncle.
You won't be proud of me, but you will understand. I ran away. I know in time I will go back but I couldn't cope. How could this all become so much? I just want you to be with me, to hold my hand and tell me it will be fine. Perhaps this has all been a terrible dream. What should I do? Where am I supposed to go now that you are not here? I can't imagine a world that you are not a part of.
Louisa.
(1998)
George
I'm sorry I ran. You'll hate me for it. I hate myself. I'm not sure where to go now, where is home?
Lou x
(1998)
Father,
I'm still asking myself if you are truly gone. I find it hard to hate you and yet love you all at the same time. I will continue to write to you. It seems to ease the pain. I am forever lost.
Louisa
(1999)
I miss you. I cry at night. I want to go home, but I don't know where that is.
I wish you were here.
Louisa
(1982)
Mother,
I have started at Hogwarts now,
I am in Gryffindor, just like you.
I want to make you proud of me.
I still cry for you at night.
I love you.
Louisa.
(1990)
My Dear Uncle.
You won't be proud of me, but you will understand. I ran away. I know in time I will go back but I couldn't cope. How could this all become so much? I just want you to be with me, to hold my hand and tell me it will be fine. Perhaps this has all been a terrible dream. What should I do? Where am I supposed to go now that you are not here? I can't imagine a world that you are not a part of.
Louisa.
(1998)
George
I'm sorry I ran. You'll hate me for it. I hate myself. I'm not sure where to go now, where is home?
Lou x
(1998)
Father,
I'm still asking myself if you are truly gone. I find it hard to hate you and yet love you all at the same time. I will continue to write to you. It seems to ease the pain. I am forever lost.
Louisa
(1999)
