ANTHONY GOLDSTEIN: 02 December, 1996
Oscar~
You dumb fucking bastard. Fuck you for this. FUCK YOU! What were you thinking? You were supposed to leave. You were supposed to leave. Why the fuck didn't you?
Still haven't found Lazuli yet. Probably won't. Ollivander's still missing. Fuck. It's the Animus spell isn't it? That's why they went after him. And you. And you were too fucking stupid to leave. STUPID FUCK.
And now you're gone. You left me. You said you wouldn't fucking leave me.
Ministry officials took me in for questioning. Interrupted your goddamn funeral to do it. Your uncle was livid. But I had to go. Can't say no to the aurors when they have their wands pointed at your chest, yeah? Asked about everything. Was I a Death Eater. When we met. How long we worked for Lazuli. Who knew how to do the animus spell. Had we been approached by Death Eaters before. What our relationship was. If the animus could be reversed. When we knew we were queers. How often we had sex. Who took it up the arse. How fucking sexy I looked like that. Like that was some how controled by You-Know-Who. Look out the next wave of Death Eaters: Gay Artists. Run in fear. Well, FUCK THEM.
Was fucking brilliant of you to leave behind a letter to me. They liked that one. Too bad you didn't finish it. I'm sure there's more you could have said they could have mocked me with.
Thought I would
Lupin and Dumbledore came, though. Otherwise they probably would have branded a fucking pink triangle on my chest and tossed me in Azkaban. Probably wouldn't have cared.
All of my letters were found with you. Dropped on your hand and chest, they said. Stupid owls. Beautifully artistic end, though. Maybe I should paint that. Robes spread around you, blue of course. Always blue. And the cream of parchment scattered like snow on your fucking chest. Call it "Death Eaten" or "Why I fell in love with a stupid fuck, but at least he made a good end."
Fuck you, Oscar. Fuck you.
Hope this letter finds you somehow. So you can see how stupid you were. And the shit you caused.
You dumb fucking bastard. Fuck you for this. FUCK YOU! What were you thinking? You were supposed to leave. You were supposed to leave. Why the fuck didn't you?
Still haven't found Lazuli yet. Probably won't. Ollivander's still missing. Fuck. It's the Animus spell isn't it? That's why they went after him. And you. And you were too fucking stupid to leave. STUPID FUCK.
And now you're gone. You left me. You said you wouldn't fucking leave me.
Ministry officials took me in for questioning. Interrupted your goddamn funeral to do it. Your uncle was livid. But I had to go. Can't say no to the aurors when they have their wands pointed at your chest, yeah? Asked about everything. Was I a Death Eater. When we met. How long we worked for Lazuli. Who knew how to do the animus spell. Had we been approached by Death Eaters before. What our relationship was. If the animus could be reversed. When we knew we were queers. How often we had sex. Who took it up the arse. How fucking sexy I looked like that. Like that was some how controled by You-Know-Who. Look out the next wave of Death Eaters: Gay Artists. Run in fear. Well, FUCK THEM.
Was fucking brilliant of you to leave behind a letter to me. They liked that one. Too bad you didn't finish it. I'm sure there's more you could have said they could have mocked me with.
Thought I would
Lupin and Dumbledore came, though. Otherwise they probably would have branded a fucking pink triangle on my chest and tossed me in Azkaban. Probably wouldn't have cared.
All of my letters were found with you. Dropped on your hand and chest, they said. Stupid owls. Beautifully artistic end, though. Maybe I should paint that. Robes spread around you, blue of course. Always blue. And the cream of parchment scattered like snow on your fucking chest. Call it "Death Eaten" or "Why I fell in love with a stupid fuck, but at least he made a good end."
Fuck you, Oscar. Fuck you.
Hope this letter finds you somehow. So you can see how stupid you were. And the shit you caused.