RELOCATED

Nope, because I went line by line to change it. double and triple checked and it still went back to the regular HTML. Even Tumblr's basic HTML has http in it so I am at a complete loss right now.

As the years went by, I started to slowly piece everything together. We got the same aches in our head, same nightmares, same... everything. But I knew I had to keep it quiet. It definitely didn’t stay quiet for long.  I saw that night you were in the Graveyard. Though I wasn’t there, it felt so real to me. I ended up passing out in the stands as it was happening. My head was burning for weeks afterwards. That’s why Remus convinced Carrie to have me join everyone at Sirius’s house. I’m just glad everyone was willing to have me. I was scared I would have been kicked out the moment I walked in, but no one did, and I sat with everyone. Like for the first time I had a family who wanted me. Carrie was my family in a sense, but she was my caretaker. A squib assigned by Dumbledore. You helped. Through Dumbledore’s Army and the Ministry. I saw that too. When Voldemort took over your body. I saw your memories. His thoughts. Yours. I knew some of those memories belonged to me as well. More answering questions I have been asking. I started Occlumency lessons not that long afterwards. Hoping it would help.  Dumbledore informed me of training you to fight Horcruxes. I knew you felt alone, Harry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you, and with you. You should never have gone through that without me. I know Hermione and Ron ended up going with you on your journey, but I should have said something, anything. You deserved to know the truth, and I’m sorry I kept it from you.  When the Battle of Hogwarts happened, I didn’t expect to live through the fight. One thing I did know, is that I had to die. It finally made sense. I wasn’t connected through Voldemort. I was connected through you. Almost how you fought off Voldemort when you were a baby, some how that got through me as well. The best way I could think of is that my scar was your Horcrux. Dumbledore believed it as well, though, even he had a hard time piecing together how it exactly happened.  A Death Eater was the one who did it. I woke up in a room, with a woman who looked like an older version of me, telling me that it wasn’t my time. It was Mum. It had to be.  When I came through, I was so weak. When someone found me, I was taken to St. Mungo’s where I was treated for almost a year after the war. Transferred to live with Carrie. Devastated that we lost Remus and Tonks. Proceeded through going back to the Hospital and just within the past couple years have been spacing out my visits. I moved into a flat inside London, and I am working on my music. I play a local cafe almost every evening.  Like I said, I should have told you. I was scared and I was led to believe that bad things would happen if you knew.  I’m sorry I listened.  Thank you for getting this far if you are still reading. If you want, I would love to treat you to tea. I have my number attached. Maybe one day, we can be the siblings we should have been, but I’m okay with waiting.  Danielle