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alt_billCharlie,
I've hated that clock, sometimes. Hated the way that Mum watches it like a dragon clutching when any of us are in danger, which has been happening bloody too frequently for my liking. But I almost cried when Mum came back from the Burrow and told me that your clock hand hadn't fallen off, that you were still alive.
Now I want the hand to move from 'Mortal Peril' to 'Hospital.' And then to 'Home.' As soon as possible.
D We've had people looking for you, and we know you've been spotted at St Mungo's. I am so desperately sorry that we can't be there with you, and I am sorry you're hurt and probably scared. If you're even awake.
If they find you
I'm just going to hang on to the hope that you're going to make it, and make your way back to us. If you were able to hang on to your journal, and you recover enough to read this, we'll be waiting to hear from you. But if you're too hurt to write, I hope I can comfort you that everyone is accounted for. We had losses, yes, but you saved a lot of lives last night, Charlie, and we're all proud of you.
That bastard Dolohov is dead. My brilliant wife managed to take him out on the battlefield.
We're all doing okay. Worried about you, of course, and bloody hell, we'll be glad if we hear back from you, but all is well. Siz's group has accomplished their mission, without a casualty, except for one of the enemy who blundered into the middle of things, so that's good news, too.
Come back to us, dammit, little brother. We've lost too many people, and I won't lose you, too. Adam needs you, and Tonks needs you, and Dree and Em need you, and Mum and your siblings need you--even Ginny, and she'll realise it again someday--and your dragons need you. And I need you so I can kick your arse in chess.
And I love you. Write back if you possibly can.
I've hated that clock, sometimes. Hated the way that Mum watches it like a dragon clutching when any of us are in danger, which has been happening bloody too frequently for my liking. But I almost cried when Mum came back from the Burrow and told me that your clock hand hadn't fallen off, that you were still alive.
Now I want the hand to move from 'Mortal Peril' to 'Hospital.' And then to 'Home.' As soon as possible.
I'm just going to hang on to the hope that you're going to make it, and make your way back to us. If you were able to hang on to your journal, and you recover enough to read this, we'll be waiting to hear from you. But if you're too hurt to write, I hope I can comfort you that everyone is accounted for. We had losses, yes, but you saved a lot of lives last night, Charlie, and we're all proud of you.
That bastard Dolohov is dead. My brilliant wife managed to take him out on the battlefield.
We're all doing okay. Worried about you, of course, and bloody hell, we'll be glad if we hear back from you, but all is well. Siz's group has accomplished their mission, without a casualty, except for one of the enemy who blundered into the middle of things, so that's good news, too.
Come back to us, dammit, little brother. We've lost too many people, and I won't lose you, too. Adam needs you, and Tonks needs you, and Dree and Em need you, and Mum and your siblings need you--even Ginny, and she'll realise it again someday--and your dragons need you. And I need you so I can kick your arse in chess.
And I love you. Write back if you possibly can.
