AN- Nothing Harry Potter is mine and I am sorry that I butcher the French language terribly.
<< French Translation>>
Dear Dad,
I used to pretend that you were just away on a long business trip and you could appear at any given time and sweep me off my feet while planting a chaste kiss on moms cheek and making her smile again. I've long ago given up that childhood fantasy.
I often wonder, do you even think of me? The daughter you left behind? The child you forgot about?
Uncle Ron brought mom flowers yesterday, Valentines day incase you didn't know. Aunt Hermione arranged them really nice in an emerald vase that looked positively ancient, but when mom came down stairs and saw them she grew furious and hurled the vase at a cold stone wall. She then broke down in tears and cursed you in at least 10 different languages.
I keep asking people where you have gone to. Grandmother Molly tells me to hold my tongue. Grandmère tells me it would take a life time to explain. I don't dare to ask mom. <<Grandma>>
Grandmère just mutters in French things like "Mon fils, mon fils. Pourquoi continuez-vous à faire des erreurs pareilles que votre père a fait ?"<<Grandma>> <<My son, my son. Why do you continue to make the same mistakes your father did?>>
Why dad? Why do you act like the man you claim to hate?
I know you won't answer those questions. I know you are a coward. You want to know something? I think I hate you.
You are the reason mom doesn't smile or laugh anymore. You are the reason mom is dead inside. You are the reason mom can't stand to look at me.
J'ai utilisé pour penser c'était impossible de le détester autant que je vous déteste, mais j'ai découvert c'est très possible. Je le sens de tous les jours. Il mange loin à moi comme un acide animaux si dégoutants ne peuvent plus le portent. J'alors vous rends compte vous a réussi le bâtard diabolique. Vous avez fait mon enfance pire que votre propre. <<I used to think it was impossible to hate someone as much as I hate you, but I have discovered it is very possible. I feel it everyday. It eats away at me like an acid so foul animals can no longer carry it. I then realize you succeeded you evil bastard. You made my childhood worse than your own.>>
I speak in the language of the family you have forgotten. Do you even remember our tongues?
You disgust me.
Votre fille tendre, <<Your loving daughter>>
Flordelis