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The going has been slower than I'd like. But then again Vampires are not the most trusting of creatures, nor do they have any reason to be. No one does in these dark days. But the Dark Lord has no real use for them, and I think they know it deep down. Not that they have any motivation for aiding the Ministry either. It will come down to convincing them which side's victory will be better for their survival in the long run.
I know the Dark Lord. It shall be the same as with the Giants and the Lycans. Once he is done with them, being the purist he is and viewing them as filth in his heart, he will dispose of them. The Ministry unfortunately hasn't been very kind to those not of the human race, and I fear this policy must change and in a radical way before we can bring allies to our side.
I only hope it is not too late before Fudge and his bumbling lot see the light as it were.
It is only now that I have fully digested the experience of seeing my husband again. I knew it was him, but his appearance hardly helped. I am hardly an overly emotional person, but I found myself stretching the limits of my control before the visit was over.
He is so thin. So terribly frail. What have they done to him? He tried so hard to put on his former air of power and confidence. But he knew, and I knew it was gone. I've never seen him so hunched, beaten, broken. It is fortunate they checked my wand at the entrance, for I might've caused someone harm, such was the immediate fury I had.
He thought I was an illusion at first. That the guards were playing some kind of trick or joke on him. It is inhuman what they've done to him. Unforgiveable. Punishment is one thing. Torture and torment is another entirely. I wish I could strangle the horrid monster that put him there with my own hands. They've destroyed him in the worst way. It makes me hurt in a most painful way. I must get him out of there as soon as I can. Before those bastards think they've exhausted my usefulness and renig on the deal.
I took him a book I've always been fond of, that I knew he'd not yet read. The Illiad and The Odessey. They came together in one volume. Perhaps in the interim, before he comes home, it will provide at least some relief to his daily agony.
I miss him more now I think. Always more than my own life.
Draco, darling...
Are you coming home for the Holidays?