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Dear Molly
How are you? How are your children? Do the twins, Fred and George give you trouble? I know how annoying they are while you have to care the other kids but they just want to attract your attention on them. You’ve worried Charlie was restless but I think Charlie is the bravest of your children, I’ve never encountered such a kid who doesn’t mind seeing fire magic. I’ve never met your only daughter, Ginevra yet. I know how long you’ve been waiting to have a daughter. I hope you can have time to snuggle down in bed. I reckon bringing up six children have you exhausted. When I met you the last time, you hardly had time to put on makeup. I can imagine that you are telling me that you have no time after you gave birth to Ronald and Ginevra. Arthur loves you but with my advice I’ve experienced, you’d better care yourself, you wear too little makeup. The husband will be happy if his wife tries to be beautiful.
Gideon sometimes tells me that he wishes you’re here with us to fight for the Death Eaters. He says you’re a strong witch and very smart. I remind him that you have to care and protect your own children. We’re proud of you, Molly.
I don’t know why but right now I’m recalling the day when you made me the first ever hand-made chocolate biscuits. I knew you gave them to me after you practiced a lot for Arthur in your Hogwarts days, but I enjoyed the biscuits.
We can’t use an owl so I’ll let the house-elf deliver this letter to you. I happened to rescue her in the middle of torture by one of the Death Eaters during our mission at Burke’s Manor House. We were assigned to guard Alice Longbottom and her baby Neville, but Augusta was with them so they didn’t need us. You know, Augusta Longbottom was the first ever female Auror. Nobody could touch them. After watching the Longbottoms, we descended stairs to the kitchen patrolling and then we saw Dolohov punishing the poor creature. He is a beast who is hungry for abusing the weak. If we hadn’t stopped him, the house-elf would have died. He glared at us when we saved her throwing personal abuse such as “Ginger big nose” and dirty words we can’t say in front of ladies. And he left throwing the words, “Dark Lord will never overlook Blood-traitors.” We predict that the gathering in public won’t be seen from now on. The dark era is coming. The party was the last before the Dark Lord took over the Ministry. But we won’t give up. It should be us to fight for regaining the control of light magic. The Potters are our hope. Sirius works hard these days since Emmeline was killed. He hinted that he would change the Secret Keeper. He’s one of the bravest warriors. We believe his decision will be the best. Seeing his Black heirlooms dented every time after he came back from his mission, I thought of sending my watch to you. Please keep it for me until the war will end, Molly.
Send me the biscuits if you have time alone, the house-elf will deliver them for us. I have to stop writing here. Gideon sensed something move outside from the window.
With Much Love,
Fabian