Private message to my youngest sister

[alt_antonin]

I am alive; I am safe; I have gone home. I have sworn never to return and it is a vow I intend to keep.

Good luck with the wards; I shall exert what scraps of influence I may from here to ensure matters go as smoothly as possible.

Live well, little star.

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[alt_antonin]

I saw Harry, you know. When I was dead.

We were in the desert, on the steps of a half-buried temple, although from what he said I believe he was seeing the landscape as something else entirely. He looked well; he said that he's all right, and that he's waiting.

I asked him to forgive me for the ways in which I failed him, and he said that he did. And he sent me back.

[alt_sinistra]

I will miss you. (Te desideravo, te desidero, te desidererò.)

And thank you. For telling me that.

[alt_antonin]

I shall resist the urge to launch into a digression the likes of which we are well familiar, and simply say that I miss you too.

When they get around to Cottesmore, you may let them know the wards came with me. (And if any of them believe you outright, I shall be most surprised.) Eveything left behind there is something about which I do not care. Let them burn it, or seize it, or leave it in place as a cautionary tale.

Don't worry about me, though. All shall be well, and all matter of thing shall be well. Go look for your happy ending.