Dear Ginny,
In case you haven't figured, this is Habichatra, or Hab as you kindly call me, and yes I would love to be your second bridesmaid. I would be honoured. However, I must decile due to the fact that I can not leave this book. It is a requirement of my husband's family, that each member places a horcrux into a diary, where half of their soul can reside until that horcrux is destroyed.
My name to be precise isn't even Habichatra, it is just my pen name, and you may know me from a boy that went to school with your husband, Harry. I am Narcissa Malfoy, mother of Draco Malfoy, the 'man slut' that you mentioned married and then divorced Pansy Parkinson and the wife of Lucius Malfoy. Now; before you destroy the remainder of my soul, which I beg you to not, I need to tell you a few things.
Firstly I shall tell you that I unlike my husband and son; was not in league with the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort. I in fact opposed his ideas although I was a pure-blood and was sure to never be killed by his ever-so-faithful deatheaters. You may have read the news and noted that it was in fact the deatheathers that murdered me, at Lord Voldemort's orders.
The second thing that I should tell you is that my son Draco Malfoy did not marry Pansy Parkinson; he simply slept with the slut. It is forbidden for any of the Malfoy's to marry a known prostitute, so obviously he was unable to marry her. Instead he married a respectable muggle-born who I believe you were friends with. She was captured by Lord Voldemort and forced to marry Draco who had been deeply in love with her since their first year at Hogwarts. That girl is Hermione Granger.
I remember you saying that she had died with her fiancé, Ron Weasley, your older brother, but she was captured by Lord Vodemort after your brother died. He transfigured a bird into her body and left it there, while she was forced to marry my son. I know that you would like to know where she is, but I am afraid that I do not know. This is because when the Dark Lord fell, Draco forced her into hiding and that is the last that I have heard of them.
I know that you are bound to destroy this book, but I know that you will not tell your husband, due to the secrets held within my pages, therefore I have cast a charm upon myself so that I will self-destruct twenty seconds after you read this.
Farewell and good luck Ginny, I wish you all the best for the future.
Narcissa Malfoy (Habichatra)
