Dear sister,
I wish there were a way for us to speak in person but, in our current situation, that might be dangerous for us all. I miss you, Dromeda. Father and Bella were too quick to judge you. I was, too, and I deeply regret it. I know there is no excuse for all the foul things I said to you, but I would like to explain why I did so. I was stupid, sister. Stupid, naïve and young. I do not need to explain to you the burden that we have to carry for having been born in our family. We learned since we were kids that muggles and muggleborns are inferior to us. We learned that family is all that matters. We learned that blood purity must be preserved above all else. I listened to all that, Dromeda, and much to my shame, I believed it. I did naught but blindly believe what Father, Mother, Bella and Lucius told me. I even believed in the Dark Lord, silly me. And because of that, I lost a sister – no, I lost two sisters. First you, Dromeda, because I judged you only for following your heart. And then Bella. She is really gone, Dromeda – I barely recognise her anymore. Our sister has been abducted by that Lestrange and the Dark Lord. Her eyes are dark, there is no warmth in them anymore. I guess we can say blood purity really tore our family apart, for one reason or another.
You might be asking why I am telling you right this moment. The answer is that I am lonely. My big sisters are not there for me anymore, Mother is dead, the wizard I am forced to marry is disgusting and nearly impossible to talk to, and my oh so called friends are wannabe Death Eaters and none of them would understand me. Even worse, they would punish me for not supporting the Dark Lord. I needed to open my heart and my thoughts to someone before they consumed me. I remember my childhood being happy. I remember feeling the utmost love for you and Bella, and I would do anything to be back to those days, even though it is not really possible.
What I really want to say is, I am proud of you, Dromeda, and I realised, perhaps too late, that I love you and always will. Proud because you followed your heart. Proud because you found someone you truly love. Proud because you moved on from the elitist, endogamic, blood-fanatic family we share. Proud because you escaped. I know you will live a happy life and that fills my heart with endless joy. It is not fair of me to ask you, I am aware, but I hope that, someday, you will find it in your heart to forgive me.
Stay safe, Dromeda. I have no doubts that you and your husband will be a target in the wars to come. Protect your family, sister, your real family, for it is the most precious thing life has to offer.
Love,
Cissy.