Private Entry
I have been feeling rather down lately, and I didn't know why. I received an owl from my father, and now I have reason to feel like this.
Dear Mortale,
I write to you, perhaps, for the last time. There are things happening in the wizarding world, which I hoped I would not get involved in, however I have - and now I do not know what my fate is. You may never see me again, or perhaps you will; my fate is that uncertain.
Your mother knows nothing. I wish for it to stay that way. She has noticed my absences, but I wish for her to never know what I was doing. Infact, I have decided, I will not tell you either. Eventually, you will know. I will not tell you, but someone else will.
Mortale, my son, please do not try to find me. Do not try to help me. It is too dangerous. There are men at work, trying to meld this world to their liking - they will never succeed, but I must protect our family. You must understand, I am doing this for us. To do this, I cannot see you or your mother, or for that matter, our family, ever again.
This is my farewell. The purpose of this letter was to ask you to take care of your mother, and love her. Tell her I loved her. Tomorrow, the newspaper will have notice of my death. It will not say how I died, but your mother will want to know, so you must make something up. As first-born son, you take on the part that your Grandfather held, I held - however briefly - and now you shall hold it too. I did not think this day would come so quickly, wherein you would inherit the Peccato fortune, the mansions, the land ... However, here it is.
My request is that an empty coffin be buried, on our land - in Verona. Your mother would want it that way. The Peccato family is in your hands, Mortale. I do not exist anymore. I will miss you, my child. If I fail in protecting our family, there will come the time that you must. Promise me.
Love,
Padre
I don't understand. What am I to do? My mother will find out tomorrow. She'll send me an owl and I'll have to read another tear-stained letter, like this one. I'm not ready. I can't take care of my family. What does he mean? How is he protecting us by leaving us? And what does he mean, "If I fail"? Why would he fail?
Il mio bambino, my child ... I don't -- I'm not ready.
Blaise is in his tower, Theodore is virtually never seen, Daphne is dead and Justin is busy being ... a Hufflepuff. Millicent is busy. She is with her creatures. I enjoy watching her, but I do not want to interfere. The delight on her face is enough for me. Perhaps I should go see Justin. He should be better now.
I have never felt more alone than now.
Dear Mortale,
I write to you, perhaps, for the last time. There are things happening in the wizarding world, which I hoped I would not get involved in, however I have - and now I do not know what my fate is. You may never see me again, or perhaps you will; my fate is that uncertain.
Your mother knows nothing. I wish for it to stay that way. She has noticed my absences, but I wish for her to never know what I was doing. Infact, I have decided, I will not tell you either. Eventually, you will know. I will not tell you, but someone else will.
Mortale, my son, please do not try to find me. Do not try to help me. It is too dangerous. There are men at work, trying to meld this world to their liking - they will never succeed, but I must protect our family. You must understand, I am doing this for us. To do this, I cannot see you or your mother, or for that matter, our family, ever again.
This is my farewell. The purpose of this letter was to ask you to take care of your mother, and love her. Tell her I loved her. Tomorrow, the newspaper will have notice of my death. It will not say how I died, but your mother will want to know, so you must make something up. As first-born son, you take on the part that your Grandfather held, I held - however briefly - and now you shall hold it too. I did not think this day would come so quickly, wherein you would inherit the Peccato fortune, the mansions, the land ... However, here it is.
My request is that an empty coffin be buried, on our land - in Verona. Your mother would want it that way. The Peccato family is in your hands, Mortale. I do not exist anymore. I will miss you, my child. If I fail in protecting our family, there will come the time that you must. Promise me.
Love,
Padre
I don't understand. What am I to do? My mother will find out tomorrow. She'll send me an owl and I'll have to read another tear-stained letter, like this one. I'm not ready. I can't take care of my family. What does he mean? How is he protecting us by leaving us? And what does he mean, "If I fail"? Why would he fail?
Il mio bambino, my child ... I don't -- I'm not ready.
Blaise is in his tower, Theodore is virtually never seen, Daphne is dead and Justin is busy being ... a Hufflepuff. Millicent is busy. She is with her creatures. I enjoy watching her, but I do not want to interfere. The delight on her face is enough for me. Perhaps I should go see Justin. He should be better now.
I have never felt more alone than now.