Dearest Sister
by Kacella
Dearest Sister,
How are you?
Word has gotten around that you are now with child, as I am. I put that in my last letter, didn't I? J. and I are overjoyed, I'm sure you feel the same.. excitement, anxiety, anticipation as me. I wish you and your husband all the best with your new child.
I am not bitter that you never returned my last letter, you may be risking too much if you did anyway. With my last letter I just wanted to inform you that, yes, I had been there on your glorious wedding day, even if you didn't see me, and that, yes, I do still love you as much as a sister could ever love another sister, even if
I am not allowed to show you this love.
I wish you were here, that I cannot deny.
I wish we could imagine what our children will grow to be like together.
I want to be with you as my belly slowly swells.
Love, I want to trade knowledge of potions against morning sickness with you!
As you know, times are hard at the moment. My husband wakes up at night with sweat streaming down his face, yet he wont tell me what plagues him.
I have horrid nightmares at night, and wake up screaming bloody murder, but I can never seem to remember them.
I wish you were here.
I know you can't be. I know your husband wishes for your true identity, your identity as... Well, you know, to remain secret.
I do not resent this. I know that times for one of our identity are hard., and I think that if you must go into hiding, as this change of identity implies, hiding in the spotlight of the wizarding world is the best way to go.
I saw our sister a few days ago, can you believe it? She is also with child. She did not look at me. She ignored me. It was her husband who informed me of her current situation as he screamed at me to be off.
It hurts so much... everything.
I love you.
My love forever,
L.
Dearest Sister,
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Your last letter made it clear to me how much I have hurt you.
I knew you were at my wedding, believe me, I could sense your presence, your warmth. I've been aching to see you again, to hug you and just to bask in the glory of your warmth and love.
You very cleverly avoided the topic of the Dark Lord, yet as dangerous as it may be, I must inform you of something I was able to find out from very reliable sources. The Dark Lord is very interested in finding your husband.
Please be on the look out, I worry also about my niece or nephew.
L., my dear husband, has very cleverly hidden my past, you are right, and for that I am eternally grateful.
I also feel it vital to tell you this as the importance of the situation is unbearable: The killing of "unpure" wizards have more than doubled since last month. Many are in hiding, only a brave few care to do something about it.
You know what I mean to imply by that, I hope.
Oh, dear sister, I'm so scared!!! What if they find out? WHAT IF THEY FIND OUT? What if they find out about my parentage?
Not only may I be killed, but my husband... And many know.... Very many, thankfully L. has had many charms put on me- they can't place my face when they see me now... Not even my best friends from school are able to recognize me...
They think of me as dead, killed by the Dark Lord.
And it hurts so much to know one is dead to the world... At least I'm not dead to my family, I am able to seek comfort in this. My husband does not find this comforting, he is afraid that you will out me for who I really am, and his secret shall be revealed.
I am so scared...
So scared of my reflection, scared of who I was, and scared of this whole ordeal.
I wanted to give you my blessings, and to warn you of what may come... Please be careful. I have always liked J., and I know that he will do all in his power to protect you. I put my trust in him, as he holds a big part of my world in his hands, namely you, dearest sister.
It tears me apart to say this and even as I write I can feel the tears well up in my eyes, but this letter may be the last you hear of me. I don't want you sending anymore letters, for I fear not for myself, but for you.
It's too dangerous.
Never forget that I love you, ever.
After you read this letter, you must burn it.
My love forever,
N.
by Kacella
Dearest Sister,
How are you?
Word has gotten around that you are now with child, as I am. I put that in my last letter, didn't I? J. and I are overjoyed, I'm sure you feel the same.. excitement, anxiety, anticipation as me. I wish you and your husband all the best with your new child.
I am not bitter that you never returned my last letter, you may be risking too much if you did anyway. With my last letter I just wanted to inform you that, yes, I had been there on your glorious wedding day, even if you didn't see me, and that, yes, I do still love you as much as a sister could ever love another sister, even if
I am not allowed to show you this love.
I wish you were here, that I cannot deny.
I wish we could imagine what our children will grow to be like together.
I want to be with you as my belly slowly swells.
Love, I want to trade knowledge of potions against morning sickness with you!
As you know, times are hard at the moment. My husband wakes up at night with sweat streaming down his face, yet he wont tell me what plagues him.
I have horrid nightmares at night, and wake up screaming bloody murder, but I can never seem to remember them.
I wish you were here.
I know you can't be. I know your husband wishes for your true identity, your identity as... Well, you know, to remain secret.
I do not resent this. I know that times for one of our identity are hard., and I think that if you must go into hiding, as this change of identity implies, hiding in the spotlight of the wizarding world is the best way to go.
I saw our sister a few days ago, can you believe it? She is also with child. She did not look at me. She ignored me. It was her husband who informed me of her current situation as he screamed at me to be off.
It hurts so much... everything.
I love you.
My love forever,
L.
Dearest Sister,
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Your last letter made it clear to me how much I have hurt you.
I knew you were at my wedding, believe me, I could sense your presence, your warmth. I've been aching to see you again, to hug you and just to bask in the glory of your warmth and love.
You very cleverly avoided the topic of the Dark Lord, yet as dangerous as it may be, I must inform you of something I was able to find out from very reliable sources. The Dark Lord is very interested in finding your husband.
Please be on the look out, I worry also about my niece or nephew.
L., my dear husband, has very cleverly hidden my past, you are right, and for that I am eternally grateful.
I also feel it vital to tell you this as the importance of the situation is unbearable: The killing of "unpure" wizards have more than doubled since last month. Many are in hiding, only a brave few care to do something about it.
You know what I mean to imply by that, I hope.
Oh, dear sister, I'm so scared!!! What if they find out? WHAT IF THEY FIND OUT? What if they find out about my parentage?
Not only may I be killed, but my husband... And many know.... Very many, thankfully L. has had many charms put on me- they can't place my face when they see me now... Not even my best friends from school are able to recognize me...
They think of me as dead, killed by the Dark Lord.
And it hurts so much to know one is dead to the world... At least I'm not dead to my family, I am able to seek comfort in this. My husband does not find this comforting, he is afraid that you will out me for who I really am, and his secret shall be revealed.
I am so scared...
So scared of my reflection, scared of who I was, and scared of this whole ordeal.
I wanted to give you my blessings, and to warn you of what may come... Please be careful. I have always liked J., and I know that he will do all in his power to protect you. I put my trust in him, as he holds a big part of my world in his hands, namely you, dearest sister.
It tears me apart to say this and even as I write I can feel the tears well up in my eyes, but this letter may be the last you hear of me. I don't want you sending anymore letters, for I fear not for myself, but for you.
It's too dangerous.
Never forget that I love you, ever.
After you read this letter, you must burn it.
My love forever,
N.