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[Nov. 11th, 2008|02:33 am] |
As this book is the only tool I seem to have at my disposal, save my person and my wand, I'll begin here.
The various handwritings which spread before me on these pages suggest that at least part of the contents of the letter I've received are true-- there are others here, caught in this place beyond time, and we are in some way connected through these books. If this is indeed the case, perhaps we can be of some assistance to one another.
My name is Narcissa Malfoy, born of the House of Black, and I was, until earlier this afternoon, enjoying the summer of 1991. The letter I mentioned above states that there may be some of you who are already known to me in the world beyond this place, though I fervently hope this is not the case-- who, after all, would wish her loved ones to be trapped like this? Nevertheless, if there are those of you caught here who are already friends to me, please let me know you're here. I would be grateful for your company, at least, if not for your misfortune. Perhaps you've already written in your version of this book, and your words will comfort me as I read through these pages in search of answers.
For those of you who are as of yet strangers, I offer my apologies for coming before you like this, an unknown woman who is likely ignorant of your ways. I am desperate to return to my own world, in which I have an 11 year old son. Surely those of you who are mothers, if indeed there are any, will understand my anguish at being unable to look after my child, and will understand my skepticism toward the notion that, as the letter says, the time from which I came still carries on as though I hadn't left. How can a son not sense his mother having been ripped from him? How could life possibly go on as if nothing were wrong? Surely you understand my sentiments here. The idea that another version of me might tuck my child into bed tonight assaults the core of my being; he is my son, and I will not abandon him into the care of anyone else, not even some alternate version of myself. You who are mothers must understand.
My primary question for all of you who would be helpful, then, is this: Has anyone ever escaped this place, and if so, how? I crave any knowledge you have, no matter how seemingly trivial; there is no telling what might pave a path, not only for myself, but for anyone who wishes it, out of this rift.
I have been here only a very short time, and have ventured no farther than the doorway of the first room in which I found myself. The letter cautions of dangers in this place, and I am uncertain how to proceed. The view from the window seems pleasant enough, and the room from which I write to you aligns so closely with my tastes as to be a little disconcerting, and so I can't help but wonder-- what are these threats, and from where will they come? Are they of the same type found in the "normal" world, or are there new dangers of which I should be aware? I am determined to return to my son, and do not want to be surprised on the way by foes I would not have thought to expect. If you possess a compassionate heart, please tell me what you can.
With sincerity,
Narcissa Malfoy
( Charmed Private to Lucius, if he exists in this place )
( Charmed Private to Draco, if he exists in this place ) |
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