Private message to Sally-Anne Perks

[alt_antonin]

I must beg for your help. I have no one else I can turn to.

I am badly injured. Justin is badly injured. I do not doubt neither of us will live out the night if we are not treated. In exchange for healing, I will give you the week's passwords to Buckingham's wards, and a vow to leave Britain and never return and to never again lift wand against any of you or yours.

I am at Cottesmore. The password 'Salazar's Mercy' will permit you entrance, as long as you come alone. Once I am healed I will tell you where he is. You will not find him if I don't.

I swear to you on the souls of my dead and yours that this is not a trap.

When you wrote to me after my death you were more right than I was willing to admit.

Please.

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[alt_antonin]

If there is anything I can do to assure you I am not lying say the word

If you are not willing to come to Cottesmore I will go anywhere you need. But if you want that, ask quickly. I will not be able to apparate again for long

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[alt_sally_anne]

I'm coming.

[alt_antonin]

As promised, the written version of what I gave you verbally:

Saturday: coherent silence approach
Sunday: furious cemetary flame
Monday: interdependent related motivation
Tuesday: prime prodigious profile
Wednesday: stolen sound whiskey
Thursday: tranquil clay heartbreaker
Friday: sound nonsense interrelatedness

The passphrases are changed on Friday; I do not have anything beyond then. And I rather suspect I will be removed from the distribution list after tonight. Once your lot kills her, burn the body.

I owe you a debt, for all that I doubt either of us will ever again be in a position to allow you to collect.

[alt_sally_anne]

SHE CAST THE BLACK CURSE ON HIM YOU SON OF A BITCH.

DID YOU KNOW?

HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW?

[alt_antonin]

No, I did not know. I would have told you if I had.

He went there to kill me. Would have stopped at nothing to kill me. In the end, I suppose I could not bring myself to return the favour.