I don't blame you for being scared. So was I the first time I realized that this sort of love and desire existed in the world. These sorts of feelings that the world calls deviant. They're wrong, you know. And hypocritical at best.

I don't know why I keep writing these letters, it isn't like I ever end up sending them. I guess it's become a sort of reflex at this point. You're alive, at least I know that much. I saw one of your recent articles in the Daily Prophet.

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