The letter came with a big wax seal.
'To: Ms. Sarah Vasquez
721 N 8 St
The upstairs bedroom to the right."
"I wonder what this peculiar letter could be."
I opened it up and read the words before me.

I've been accepted into Hogwarts?
With potions, ghosts, and boggarts?
My life will finally turn around,
And new friendships will be found.
I pack my bags and double check
That platform 9&3/4 is... where the heck?

On the train and on my way,
When we get there, we must cross a bay,
In boats made of thick wood.
I want to talk but I don't know if I should.
There are many new kids just like me
But which are foe and which are friends to be?

We stand in front and wait to be sorted
"You shall be Slytherin!" The hat retorted.
Me? A Slytherin? How could that be?
I'm nice, I'm loyal, don't you see?
The hat was wrong, I'm not one of them,
But I might make friends if I don't condemn.

I sit down with my fellow snakes
But soon learned that I have already made many mistakes.
A blonde headed twit was picking on me,
So I got up and kicked him in the knee.
A year or two later I apologized
And that's when I realized...

Year three comes along and I'm sitting next to him.
It seems like a fairy tale from Brother's Grim.
The TriWizard Tournament is finally held here,
Dragons, mermaids and mazes of fear.
Harry survives and haves his friends
Draco become strange, but he only pretends.

The next three years are still a mystery.
Then Sirius Black becomes history.
Voldemort is alive, Dumbledore dies,
And Snape makes a habit of lies.
Horcruxes are found
And waging war sirens sound.

My love is strong and I must decide
To go with good or be by his side.
Being a Death Eater or on D.A.
I honestly don't know what to say.
Draco loves me and I love him
I choose to be a Death Eater and go out on a limb.

I get my tattoo and we sneak back in
And stay waiting for what lies within.
He tells me to hide while he goes in search,
But I ignore him and go find some birch.
I wanted to make him something to propose,
I wanted to make him a wooden rose.

I carve my pieces under a tree
And hope that he will appreciate me.
I hear a peculiar scream and run,
Hoping that it isn't my one.
Realizing he is saved I sigh with relief,
Glad that I won't be filled with grief.

We switch to good and win the war,
Me and him, we both swore,
To leave this place and never return,
So we won't go crash and burn.
He gave me a promise ring to never leave
And marry him on Christmas eve.

And so we married and had twins.
Finally, our quiet life begins.
I hand him the rose I made years ago.
He leans in and whispers "Oh,
I have no words that describe how I feel.
But just know that what I feel is completely real."