A parcel arrives, carried by a weary and haggard owl,
addressed to one Emma Woodhouse of Ravenclaw. Contained therin is a sheaf of letters writ in a close hand on various scraps of parchment and slips of paper, most of which are addressed to Emma. A few, written in a more formal style, are written to Anne Shirley, of Gryffindor (to be hand-delivered by Emma Woodhouse), and a single letter is addressed to Nny.
Unfortunately, the body text of most of the letters has been damaged by water and the elements, and the thin ink has blurred to an almost unrecognizable state. Single words can be discerned, here and there, and in some places entire lines are left entirely untouched... in one rare example, almost an entire paragraph is intact.
It reads -
"...its influence too long, but I can't seem to break away. The things I've learned...(-blurred line-)...more precious...life of one man. I'm no wizard, Emma, and that's... I reckon that if I knew more about...of this thing, I'd be too scared to go near it. Damn, I'm...anyway. I've got right to be. Power like this...consume the best, most capable wizard. Send them Todash forever. I...not bring it near Hogwarts, but I know I'll die...don't...(-blurred line-)...help me. The owl knows the way. Bring someone you can trust, and...of .45 caliber...(-blurred line-)...Black 13. I think it followed me. I know...followed me. Ka..."
The rest is hopelessly blurred.