posted by
alt_lupin at 06:49pm on 26/09/2008
Please pardon my absence. I've been distracted.
My sister, a witch in her own right, owled me just a few days ago. We have not spoken in some time as she has been in hiding. A few years ago she secretly married a lovely man from Galway, who happens to be Muggle. They produced a beautiful little girl. The child began showing her magic very, very early on so my sister and her husband elected to leave the country. They were not able to, so they went into hiding.
Unforunately, their location was betrayed and my sister's husband and child were taken to a camp in Yorkshire. She does not know which camp or whether they are even still alive. The child may be spared but put to work, but her husband's fate is very dim.
She has asked me for help. I have none to offer her. I am bound by the law of the land as much as anyone.
It is times like this that I wish Greyback had chosen to kill me, instead.
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Your concern is appreciated, Minerva.
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We have all felt saddened and conflicted by our families' choices, and their poor choices have little to do with our attachment to them.
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Love is never a poor choice, Minerva.
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Oh, Remus. I'm so, so sorry.
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My God, Alice.
I won't ask where you've been, but I will say that it is wonderful to hear from you.