Words, in my not so humble opinion, are our most exhaustible use of magic; capable of both inflicting pain and remedying it.
August 1 1977 Narcissa
Dear Stranger,
I would like to thank you for your kind words. They truly made me feel, for lack of a better word, happy. I haven't felt happy in a long time. Your letter made me feel special, like I'm actually worth something. But why am I so special to you? It's as if you know me. Do you? Why didn't you come and say such things in person? Why did you say them at all? So many questions are running through my mind right now. However, you don't have to answer them.
I feel that this letter is nothing compared to the beautiful words you wrote me. I'm afraid this letter will disappoint you, for that I am sorry. I am not very open about such things; sometimes I even forget I feel anything other than the constant beating of my heart. However, you have awakened such feelings in me I thought I would never feel again. This does not mean I will discuss them with you. I prefer to keep such things to myself. Also, I must ask you not to think me love struck or fool hearted. I am grateful and happy but that is all. I hope this letter is worth your time.
Thank you again,
Narcissa Persephone Black
August 3 1977 Lucius
Do not fret, the letter was well worth my time, anything from you is. As for your questions, I will not answer them. Not yet. I will have to wait for the right time. I am ecstatic that you have decided to continue playing. I think it is good for you maybe it will help melt some of that ice. On the subject of your letter, I would like you to be less guarded with me.
I am your friend, you can trust me. I know trust is hard to come by this day in age but I can assure you, have no fear. I am here to help. Open up to me, Narcissa. Tell me about yourself, your passions, ambitions, your dreams, your desires. Do not be afraid to feel. I promise I won't let anything hurt you again.
Awaiting your reply,
Stranger
August 6 1977
Where to begin? Well, I have a passion for books. I love to read. It allows me to pretend I'm somewhere else, that I'm something else. I would give anything to sail away on a ship to some place new, away from everything. I know that is impossible and completely unrealistic but I do dare to dream. I dream an awful lot, actually.
Something about being a completely different person, in a completely different place sounds completely…appealing. Sometimes I feel I have become nothing, just a cold piece of marble. Do you ever feel like that, dear Stranger? I bet you don't, you seem far too sensible for that. I don't know why I'm so cold. I mean, I never used to be.
Something happened, after that I have never been the same. Maybe this is why I'm so cold now. Maybe I'm afraid of being hurt again, of hurting someone again. I guess I've been so busy trying to suppress my hurt I suppressed everything else as well. Things just seem so easy when you feel nothing.
There are no worries. In many ways it is preferable but there is emptiness, and it eats you away. But you have changed that and I feel better. I hope you are doing well and I await your reply.
Until the next,
Narcissa Persephone Black
June 8 1977 Lucius
You are getting better. I think you are not as guarded and cold as you'd like to think you are, Narcissa. You are reserved yes, but not cold. Your heart beats ever so strongly, your sprit pours through the keys as you play your bittersweet songs. You are not just black and white; you are all of the greys in between.
Tell me more, Narcissa. Your mind is beautiful.
Yours,
Stranger
June 10 1977 Narcissa
Today I saw a family walking through the park, each parent taking hold if one of their little one's hands as they discussed the warm weather and blue skies. They made me smile. I hope to have a family like that one day, to have a little one to look at me with as much love as the child in the park did her parents.
I adore children; did you know that about me? Well, now you do. I adore their innocence and imagination. In many ways, I prefer their company to adults. I remember you asked me about my ambitions. Well, I can safely say that I aspire to be a mother.
We all have so much love to give and I feel that children are one of the only being able accept love from anyone or anything, regardless.
All a child wants is to be loved and nurtured and I would be more than happy to give all of the love I have to a little one.
I hope you are well,
Narcissa Black
August 12 1977 Lucius
I adore children as well. Although, I don't know how to act around them. They are so fragile. I must confess that nurturing is not one of my strong suits.
I know you will be an excellent mother someday, Narcissa. I can already see it now.
Write soon,
Your Stranger
August 14 1977 Narcissa
I grow weary of the summer. I miss the cool air and snow of winter or the bright colored trees and sweet smell of fresh air in the fall. Summer is nothing but humid, dank air, filled with bugs and all sorts of nasty. So, I stay inside to avoid the heat but that means I am with my father who is another sort of nasty. There seems there is no escape sometimes. However, all is well. My sister plans to visit soon. I do miss her but she has changed. I don't quite know what to do with her now. Well, enough of my complaining. I have read many new books and perfected two new songs on the piano. I can't wait to play them for you. I hope you are well.
Yours,
Narcissa
Ps: Tell me more about you.
August 16 1977 Lucius
Some more about me? Well, I am an excellent business man. I have successfully made an enterprise and it seems to be going quite well. However, I suppose you want something more interesting than that. I am much like you, Narcissa. I love to read as well and take joy in fine arts like music and painting. I also like the quite of fall and winter compared to the chirping and buzzing of summer and spring. I love the snow, the quite beauty and peace it offers. It reminds me of you, actually.
I do hope your sister behaves and you find some escape.
Forever yours,
Stranger
August 18 1977 Narcissa
Much to my dismay, my sister did not behave herself. She blew a hole in our dining room floor. However, my father's rage at her outburst gave me time to explore the house. In such time I found an abandoned potions room which is now my escape. It's cold but not dark down here and I have been able to decorate it to my liking. Druella comes back this week. How is your business? Tell me more of your life.
Awaiting your reply,
Narcissa
August 20 1977 Lucius
I have been promoted to a new position which is very exciting. However, I get much less free time and people always want to talk. I prefer the solitude of my old work but my father wants me to continue in this new position. I haven't had the time to read anything new, any suggestions? Tell me more of Druella.
Forever yours,
Stranger
August 22 1977 Narcissa
That is wonderful! Though I wish you were more happy about the situation. I would recommend the Lord of the Rings series. It was written by a Half-blood writer, JRR Tolkien is his name. It is a wonderful fantasy story. A perfect way to escape. To answer your question, Druella is my step mother. A very interesting woman, a very sad woman. She loves a man who will always love another. My real mother was a blood traitor, a Potter.
My father had fallen head over heels in love with her. However, he was betrothed to Druella instead. But he broke pureblood law and continued to see my mother. After my mother gave birth to me, my father turned to his friend for guidance.
However, his friend told the secret to my grandparents. My mother was never seen again. My father has told me over and over again how much I look like her but her spits the words out. I understand that it hurts him. He has lost so much. His best friend and his love. I can forgive him for his cruel ways.
Druella has never liked me. I suspect it's because I'm a constant reminder. A constant reminder that she will never have all of my father's love. That she will never be my mother. Druella is in love with a man who loves another and I feel so sorry for her.
I hope this wasn't too much. Please write soon.
Cissa
August 24 1977 Lucius
I quite enjoyed that story actually. I admire your power to forgive, Cissa. Can I call you that? I have the urge to. Business is well, busy but well. My family is coming to town. I hope my French has improved, last time I could barely understand them. This weather is atrocious…I hope you are not suffering as I am. I cannot wait for this basted heat to be done with. Play me a new song will you?
Your Stranger
August 26 1977 Narcissa
Of course you can call me Cissa. I prefer it. I cannot tell you how much I enjoy talking to you. You make me so happy. I can't explain it. It feels like I have known you my whole life. I have composed you a song. I hope you enjoy it. Did you ever get to read those books I suggested? I do hope so. I fear you work too hard. No, I am not suffering in this weather, though it hurts me to hear that you are. I wish I could help. Though, I can't do much through letters. Do you think we will ever meet?
I hope so,
Cissa
August 28 1977 Lucius
We will meet some day, Narcissa. Someday, when you are ready. To answer your question, yes I have read them. They were wonderful. I would like to let you know that you make me happy as well. Every time I open another one of your letters, my heart stops. I am so glad to hear you feel the same way. As for your song, it was wonderful. I could not have wished for better. Never stop playing piano. Ever.
I am happy to tell you that I am no longer suffering after moving offices. I enjoy the cool, solitude of this place much better than my previous quarters. The stars are beautiful tonight, as I write this. So bright. I wonder if you are looking at them like I am. At the exact same time we could be staring at the same stars. It makes me smile to think that I can share that with you.
Love,
Stranger
August 30 1977Narcissa
Dearest Stranger,
I could not ignore how you signed your last letter. Do you really man it or is it just empty words? I want to know. Nay, I need to know. Because, for what it is worth, I think I might have to sign my letters the same. You have made me feel so happy and I hope I have done the same for you. Please let me know that these feelings are real that they are mutual. Please.
I await your reply.
Love, Cissa
September 1 1977 Lucius
I mean it. I would have not written it if I did not mean it. And I can assure you that the feelings are mutual. You make me just as happy as you say I make you. I love you and I mean it. These letters are what hold me together. They are what keep me going, make me smile. These letters have become my life. You have become my life.
However, after all of this being said, I still cannot see you. We need more time. More of this bliss. Just give me some more time of this before I reveal this. Just give me a year. Just one year and then we will meet.
Loving you always,
Stranger
September 3 1977 Narcissa
One year it is. No later than that. For we face a complication, I am being courted. My father is pushing this marriage and I fear that it is only a matter of time before I am taken. One year is all I can afford. I want to ask why we even have to wait but I know you won't tell me.
Please stay true to your promise.
Love,
Cissa
September 5 1977 Lucius
I promise.
I promise.
I promise.
I promise.
Nothing will take you away from me but yourself.
Forever yours and always loving,
Stranger.
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