PETER PETTIGREW: 4 October, 1974
Sam-
I guess you’ve heard. He was your uncle after all. And my dad. It hurts so much. I don’t really have anything to say, I just wanted to talk to someone. My friends are graet but they don’t know, you know?
I got a second letter from mum today. He was on the job, just doing a simple appraisal of some artef stuff in an old mansion. Someone had just bought it and they found things in the attic they were hoping they could get money for. He had pulled all the bottles out of this old trunk and lined them up. He picked up the first and it shattered in his hand and cut it pretty bad. He went rummaging in the trunk for something to wipe it on and came into contact with some green powder that got in the cut. It worked really fast. The owner went up to invite him down for tea. And that was it. That was all.
Sam, a whole life was just ended. It’s done, and everything that came before now didn’t matter near as much as it does now. How can people keep things like that? It was dark, it had to be. I hate dark magic Sam. I won’t ever use it any, for anything. Not even to save someone. Not even if I love them. I’m scared.
People keep asking me if I’m ok. Do they ask you too? I’m not ok, but I can’t tell them that. How can I be ok? I don’t feel anything. I haven’t since yesterday. I smiled and I shrugged and I cried in front of one girl, but it didn’t really mean anything. Nothing can anymore.
Sam, he was just like me. He loved me. What am I going to do without him?
If I hadn’t been away at school maybe
Mum is being a right Harpy. Taking me and Maddie and Stephen out of school. I mean, I know we have to go to the service, but what good are we going to do at home for more than one day? Stephen won’t talk to me and Maddie won’t stop crying. McGonagall made me go get her in class twice now. Why do I feel like I’m in charge?
Anyway, I’ll talk to you soon. Write me back I really need you if you want.
Yours always,
I guess you’ve heard. He was your uncle after all. And my dad. It hurts so much. I don’t really have anything to say, I just wanted to talk to someone. My friends are graet but they don’t know, you know?
I got a second letter from mum today. He was on the job, just doing a simple appraisal of some artef stuff in an old mansion. Someone had just bought it and they found things in the attic they were hoping they could get money for. He had pulled all the bottles out of this old trunk and lined them up. He picked up the first and it shattered in his hand and cut it pretty bad. He went rummaging in the trunk for something to wipe it on and came into contact with some green powder that got in the cut. It worked really fast. The owner went up to invite him down for tea. And that was it. That was all.
Sam, a whole life was just ended. It’s done, and everything that came before now didn’t matter near as much as it does now. How can people keep things like that? It was dark, it had to be. I hate dark magic Sam. I won’t ever use it any, for anything. Not even to save someone. Not even if I love them. I’m scared.
People keep asking me if I’m ok. Do they ask you too? I’m not ok, but I can’t tell them that. How can I be ok? I don’t feel anything. I haven’t since yesterday. I smiled and I shrugged and I cried in front of one girl, but it didn’t really mean anything. Nothing can anymore.
Sam, he was just like me. He loved me. What am I going to do without him?
If I hadn’t been away at school maybe
Mum is being a right Harpy. Taking me and Maddie and Stephen out of school. I mean, I know we have to go to the service, but what good are we going to do at home for more than one day? Stephen won’t talk to me and Maddie won’t stop crying. McGonagall made me go get her in class twice now. Why do I feel like I’m in charge?
Anyway, I’ll talk to you soon. Write me back I really need you if you want.
Yours always,