In all honesty, I'm not exactly sure what has possessed me to think of writing to you. We're both happily married now to two wonderful people and I have no wish to interfere at all. I believe it's a hope that you can help shed some light on a few questions I have. You are, of course, not required to answer nor do I have any expectations of a reply. Please, forgive me if this is all untoward.

The recent explosion at the Ivy Leaf Café in Hogsmeade has left me with some lingering injuries — primarily the loss of two years worth of memories. You see, when I awoke I thought myself to still be betrothed to you. It was a shocking revelation, of course, as I'm led to believe it was at the time of occurrence, too. I merely am struggling still to understand the chain of events that led to the changes. Was it a shock to you then? You have my apologies for any chaos or grief I might have caused if so.

Were we terribly ill suited? The only memory I have of you was the dinner where we first met and, from what I can recall, it didn't go perfectly smooth. Is that true? I know I was reluctant to be betrothed, and for that you have my sincerest apologies. Any assumptions I made of you were from my own shortcomings and were no reflection on you. Also, might I ask, what was it about my family that enticed you into a betrothal? It all seemed so rushed at the time ... or was it in the works long before I was aware? There are a great many pieces to this puzzle that I fear I'm entirely unaware of.

I'm sorry, again, for how brazen my words are with this letter. I feel at a loss with everything right now and any answers given only leave me with more questions. Perhaps if I can gather all the answers it'll provide a more concise story.

Thank you again for taking the time to read this. I do hope you and Mrs. St.John-Black are well. I sincerely wish you both the best.

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