I'll come.
Here are my conditions.
First, you will send Antonin Dolohov to get me. I know you need him for the rite anyway. I trust him not to blast me with a killing curse the moment I step outside the Fidelius at Grimmauld.
Second, I know what you're planning. You need to promise that you will not make me wait. Dolohov will bring me directly to Eton and the rite will happen immediately.
I'll say my goodbyes to the people here who I love. And then you can have me.
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