Hello,
I don't know why I'm writing this except that I feel so lost and alone at the moment. And I think I ought to tell someone what I've discovered. The only thing is: I don't know who to tell. So I'm just sending this off and hopefully it will go to someone who needs to see it.
Of course the way things are going for me, you're probably some random muggle who has no idea what I'm talking about...or worse The Dark Lord himself. In which case I would be even worse off. Although I don't know how he'd make me worse, after all, in a few hours I'll be dead. Eh, I'm sure he'll think of something.
If fate was ever on my side then you will be part of That Other Lot, I don't know your name. (Well that's the point of being a secret organisation isn't it?) My brother works for you though; maybe this will end up with him.
I sort of hope it will.
But maybe you're Dumbledore. That would be nice; he always know what he's doing. I should probably go to him now... But dammit, I want to be someone I can be proud of for once!
Anyway, back to the real point of this letter: Horcruxes.
If you don't know what they are, don't worry. That's a good thing.
Well generally. Right now it's just unhelpful.
Horcruxes are when someone splits their soul in half and stores the new bit in an object so that they can't be killed unless the horcrux is destroyed. Basically it's a way of prolonging life. You can see where I'm going with this can't you?
Now I know what you're thinking: How can Voldemort split his soul when he doesn't have one?
I wondered too. Well that's magic for you: there's just no rational explanation.
So I'm going to try to destroy this one. Actually that's a lie.
What I'm actually going to do is give it to Kreacher (he's my house-elf) and he's going to destroy it. Yeah, it's a copout I know. But I'm not entirely sure how to destroy them. The books weren't very detailed on that.
There's the possibility of another couple but you can deal with them can't you?
So... that's it I guess.
Bye now.
R.A.B
PS. When you're done can you give this to Sirius? I'd like him to know I wasn't all bad.
PPS. Yeah I know; vanity. It's my fatal flaw. Well that and being a complete coward.
