Private message to Lucius and Narcissa
Aug. 11th, 2015 03:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_antoninI have a great deal of news, and none of it good. I'm sorry, darlings, I don't have the capacity to soften it.
You may have seen some of it already. I'm not sure how much is making its way to you.
The worst of it is that Barty is dead. As near to it as I can piece together, it was Wednesday. There was a battle, on Saturday, and in the midst of it I took a curse, enough to kill me. Dead for two and a half minutes, they tell me. It broke ... everything. The charms we had for each other, the spells I was holding on the field, my spells elsewhere ... I don't blame him for thinking I was dead; I would have believed it myself. They called the retreat shortly thereafter, and the field was such that they knew they could not have taken the time to find my body. Except, of course, that one of the battlefield Healers had portkeyed me to St Mungo's, and I was brought back -- the order may be the other way around; I still do not know everything that happened -- except the hospital is contested ground, and Fletcher plucked me out of the pile before anyone else could tell that I had been brought in, and did not realise how urgent it was to tell Barty that I was not dead after all. Just unconscious, and would stay so for quite some time
He tried to get a message through, apparently. Just not hard enough.
Barty -- well. How often did we joke about it, that one of us would not outlive the other for very long? Except I believe Barty thought my death was his to carry the blame for -- it was not, I willgo to my grave swearing swear to you it was not; it was my own fucking failure -- and his guilt and rage got the better of him, and he set out to make me an escort of anyone and everyone who had ever so much as
It was Hydra who stopped him, finally. In the Forbidden Forest -- I think he was determined he would take back Hogwarts in my nameor die trying. They left him there to rot, to be eaten by monsters, and they will use even that to
Простите -- I waited to write until I thought I could do so coherently, but I am less coherent than I would like.
I don't know what comes next. I've spent the last day trying to figure it out. None of the options will do anyone any good.
I am so fucking glad that you are both safe and well and away from this nightmare.
You may have seen some of it already. I'm not sure how much is making its way to you.
The worst of it is that Barty is dead. As near to it as I can piece together, it was Wednesday. There was a battle, on Saturday, and in the midst of it I took a curse, enough to kill me. Dead for two and a half minutes, they tell me. It broke ... everything. The charms we had for each other, the spells I was holding on the field, my spells elsewhere ... I don't blame him for thinking I was dead; I would have believed it myself. They called the retreat shortly thereafter, and the field was such that they knew they could not have taken the time to find my body. Except, of course, that one of the battlefield Healers had portkeyed me to St Mungo's, and I was brought back -- the order may be the other way around; I still do not know everything that happened -- except the hospital is contested ground, and Fletcher plucked me out of the pile before anyone else could tell that I had been brought in, and did not realise how urgent it was to tell Barty that I was not dead after all. Just unconscious, and would stay so for quite some time
He tried to get a message through, apparently. Just not hard enough.
Barty -- well. How often did we joke about it, that one of us would not outlive the other for very long? Except I believe Barty thought my death was his to carry the blame for -- it was not, I will
It was Hydra who stopped him, finally. In the Forbidden Forest -- I think he was determined he would take back Hogwarts in my name
Простите -- I waited to write until I thought I could do so coherently, but I am less coherent than I would like.
I don't know what comes next. I've spent the last day trying to figure it out. None of the options will do anyone any good.
I am so fucking glad that you are both safe and well and away from this nightmare.
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Date: 2015-08-11 03:46 pm (UTC)I don't know who the Secret-Keeper for Dover is, but yes, if I am able to determine it, I will do what I can to find him or her. Until then, though ... I don't know. A good hard look at how many mistakes I can at least partially rectify, I suppose. I should undoubtedly go check in with Bella and see what machinations are already underway, but I'm finding it difficult to drag myself out of this house. Perhaps I shall see what her next move will be.
I'm glad that you two are enduring. But if matters turn ill for you and it looks as though you may not make it through with your usual grace, if all else fails, go to Cairo: find the Conclave, and ask for Sayyid ibn Āzar al-Sadiq, who may even be Grand-Master by now, and tell him that you are mine. At very least he will arrange sanctuary for you. And yes, I know that I am catastrophising, but it eases my mind somewhat to arm you with some of my connections, in the hopes that if it all goes to shit -- goes further to shit -- you will have as much of a fighting chance as I can give you.
Luck to you both, my dear ones. And wish me the same.
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Date: 2015-08-11 04:44 pm (UTC)Now we have both lost sons.
Nonetheless, if you hear of Bella's next move and wish to discuss its wisdom, know that you have but to ask. До́брое бра́тство — лу́чшее бога́тство. They may have - limited - my range of options, but strategy has never been their strongest suit.