The Dungeons

Draco. ( Might we speak? )

Arthur and Molly,


I need to open with an apology for not writing or flooing sooner, I think. As Pomona told you, I think, it's taken a couple of weeks for me to recover and get used to being . . . not in my cat self. I do feel much more like myself now, however, and hope that you'll stop by and see me when you have a chance. Or perhaps we could meet for a drink at Rosmerta's, when you've got a free evening.

How have you both been keeping? Are you both well?

I'm writing today for a less happy reason than to arrange a reunion, however. Your son Ron came to see me today.

Mummy,

I need to be brief. Severus's cure is apparently all a lie and the medical treatment he's receiving apparently offers no prospect of saving his life. They're saying he has months rather than years to live.

I am compiling all the records as best I can but I could use your help. You spot a charlatan better than anyone I know and, as we both know by now, nothing is more likely to bring them flocking than a pressing need for alternative solutions.

I am depending on you. You have always cared for Severus.

Love,
Draco

PS. I need another elf. I can't bring the nurse back, Severus practically ate her alive last time and I need someone who just follows orders. I need an elf to assist Issy and after the disaster with the last Malfoy elf I want to buy another. I am sure I could just owl Honoria and ask her to send one over but you chose Issy and she has been perfect so I would like you to choose me another.